In Things Both Big and Small

"The next day the great crowd that had come for the festival heard that Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem.
They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, 
Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! 
Blessed is the King of Israel! 
Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it"

(John 12:12-14 NIV)

a donkey? 

I am always surprised, as were many (even his disciples) at the time, by Jesus's chosen mode of transportation as he made his way (as a King) to Jerusalem.  When I read all of these stories of Jesus's triumphal Journey into Bethlehem, my mind is drawn to that donkey.

Last October, I loaded the boys and one of our daughters into the car and we struck out for a big event happening downtown. Little did I know at the time that I would get stuck in traffic, be forced to park nearly a mile away, and have to walk with our baby in the carrier and our four year old in the stroller through construction and traffic just to see the spectacle. 

The closer we got to downtown area the more excited we got. 

You could just feel the energy. 

We were a part of something cool…

something big. 

We made our way through the crowds to get the best view we could have of this special visitor. As they approached, the crowds enveloped the attraction

taking pictures… 


pointing with amazement…

I remember the first time I laid eyes on them… The Clydesdales were humongous and majestic… 

much bigger than I could have imagined.

they were beautiful… 


truly fit For a King.

I think about it now and wonder how the crowds would have reacted if around the corner marched…

a donkey. 

Would there have been the same sense of awe that was hanging over North College Street like a joyful fog?  I feel like for our children and many of the kids in the crowd that it wouldn't have mattered much, they would have been just as excited to see the donkey.

When our oldest was almost 4 years old, she and I were driving. I have no idea where we were going, but we ended up in the area of town that I really did not want to be in. The houses were run down

some were abandoned…


some of the street lights were out. 

it was dark…

I had one thing on my mind and that was getting out of the neighborhood as soon as I could. As I was plotting our escape, I heard a small voice from the back seat

‘Look daddy, it's so pretty’

I saw what she was referring to. A house, not in very good shape, a strand of Christmas lights hanging from its soffit. To her it didn't matter where we were or what the house looked like. 

She just saw the beauty.

A couple of weeks ago I heard Jessica LaGrone (Dean of The Chapel at Asbury Seminary) say:

‘Don't take God with you; look for God wherever you go.’ 

Our kids get this. I pray every day that I can be as wise as them.

Dear Lord, help me to have a childlike heart. Fill my heart with wonderment for all of the beauty that you have created. Please help me to find you everywhere I go. In things both big and small. In the places where I feel comfortable and in the places I don't. 

In the Clydesdales. 

In the donkey.