As he rode along, people kept spreading their cloaks on the road. As he was now approaching the path down from the Mount of Olives, the whole multitude of the disciples began to praise God joyfully with a loud voice for all the deeds of power that they had seen….(Luke 19:36-37).
I remember when I was a young boy, I hated going to the doctor. I hated it because I did not know what sort of pain might be inflicted upon me. I did not like gagging when the doctor stuck that Popsicle stick down my throat, particularly since there was no Popsicle on the stick; and worst of all, I was scared to death of some needle being stuck into my arm. To this day, I remember being five or six years old and sitting in the back seat of the car while my parents drove me to the doctor. It was a journey I hoped would take forever, but it always seemed to be too short.