The Triumphal… Donkey
#1 The Humble Traveler
See, your king comes to you, righteous and victorious,lowly and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey. Zechariah 9:9
A king on a donkey—it doesn’t quite compute. Surely any king worth his salt would ride in a chariot pulled by pompous horses adorned with plumes. If not a chariot, a king would at least ride a magnificent white steed, draped with scarlet, flaunting jeweled reins.
But the King of all kings chose—wanted—needed—a donkey. He didn’t ride into Jerusalem on a splendid stallion that proclaimed His importance, the common people did that for Him. With cries of “Hosanna” they tore palm branches from trees and stripped their cloaks to lay before the King. If they had not done so the stones would have cried out! And still, in this setting’s intrinsic call for worship, Jesus chose a donkey for His Triumphal Entry.
Thinking on this has revealed in me an embarrassing pride—I don’t want to be a donkey. I have held back from laying down my life in abandoned worship and surrendered service because, in my eyes, I’m not good enough. I want to be a glorious, white stallion that properly represents her Lord.
But the stubborn truth is, Jesus chose a donkey. More than that, He said He needed the donkey. He needs me. He chose me, the weak, common-bred, lowly, inexperienced and unlearned one because He needs me. I reflect His glory not because of who I am, but because He chooses to use me.
Gladly, willingly serve your King. He needs you.
“Go to the village ahead of you, and as you enter it, you will find a colt tied there, which no one has ever ridden. Untie it and bring it here. If anyone asks you, ‘Why are you untying it?’ say, ‘The Lord needs it.’” Luke 19:30-31