“Woe to those who decree iniquitous decrees, and the writers who keep writing oppression, to turn aside the needy from justice and to rob the poor of my people of their right, that widows may be their spoil, and that they may make the fatherless their prey!”
As my heart turns from the one, true God to idols, my flesh crying out for things that leave me unsatisfied, naked and used, lying in the shame of my selfish and untrusting choices which mock me, God watches over me in love; abounding in His desire to forgive and restore the joy of His salvation to me.
This past Sunday was Palm Sunday. It was the day we celebrate Jesus entry into Jerusalem with crowds crying out to Him for salvation and deliverance.
The next day the large crowd that had come to the feast heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem. So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, crying out, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord, even the King of Israel!” And Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, just as it is written,
“Fear not, daughter of Zion;
behold, your king is coming,
sitting on a donkey’s colt!”