From the heights of a triumphant kingly procession to the silence of death in a borrowed tomb - this is Holy Week in miniature.
Gospel: Mark 11:1-10
First Reading: Isaiah 50:4-7
Psalm: Psalm 21(22):8-9,17-20,23-24
Second Reading: Philippians 2:6-11
Gospel: Mark 14:1-15:47
So we finally come to this final week of Lent, which we call ‘Holy Week’ – the week commemorates Jesus’ final days, culminating in the crucifixion and resurrection.
Today we mark the moment when Jesus entered the city of Jerusalem in preparation for the Passover celebration, as we heard at the start of Mass. The Passover was a defining moment in the story of God’s people in the Old Testament, one which they were commanded to celebrate annually. The place for that celebration was Jerusalem – the place of God’s temple. Jesus and his disciples, observant to the covenant laws, arrived in Jerusalem ahead of the solemn festival.
Jesus, though, wanted to enter Jerusalem in a particular way. He told his disciples to go to a certain man and borrow his donkey. Jesus would ride that into the city. Have a look at these words from the prophet Zechariah:
‘Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion!
Shout aloud, O daughter of Jerusalem!
Behold, your king is coming to you;
righteous and having salvation is he,
humble and mounted on a donkey,
on a colt, the foal of a donkey.’ (Zechariah 9:9)
By entering the city on a donkey, Jesus was announcing his identity as the king for whom they had waited so long. In the context of the ancient world, if you rode into the city on a horse, you were usually at the head of an army. A donkey? That was a sign of peace. This was the kind of Messiah, the kind of king, that Jesus had come to be. He was the king whom the magi recognised him to be right back at the time of his birth.
The people responded by waving palm branches and throwing them ahead of Jesus to pave his way; this was a triumphant procession, the procession of the Messiah King into the midst of his people, and they received him as such. They shouted: ‘Hosanna to the son of David!’ – just as God had promised, the line and throne of David would never fail. We, too, take that cry on our lips at each Mass: ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest!’
Jesus, we recognise today, is King. He is Lord. He reigns, rules, and is the promised Messiah and Son of David. But a shadow hangs over this triumphant procession.
Once the joy of waving palms for our King has subsided, we may notice that our palm branch has been twisted into the shape of a cross. Then we hear the words of the prophet Isaiah: ‘I offered my back to those who struck me, my cheeks to those who tore at my beard’ and the mournful lament of Psalm 22: ‘My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?’. After Paul reminds us of Jesus’ humility and death, even on a cross, we stand to hear the whole narrative at length from Mark’s gospel.
What a journey this Mass takes us on! From the heights of a triumphant kingly procession to the silence of death in a borrowed tomb, this Mass is nothing less than Holy Week in miniature.
What, though, are we to make of it? Why didn’t the Church just give us the first gospel passage and save the Passion for Good Friday only?
We are presented today with the scale of the cost of our redemption. The one who is King, not just reigning over the people of Israel but over all of creation, offered himself as a sacrifice on our behalf. That he chose to do so, that he willingly offered himself… what words can capture that kind of love?