Sometimes......I am among the hosanna cheering throng.
I go out to meet Him.
"Save me. Save me."
I throw my coat to the ground, wave my palm branch in the dusty air.
He passes so near.
I can reach out and touch, almost.
And then.......... I turn and leave.
And I am like the rest of that crowd 2,000 years ago.
Perhaps I'll be among the murderous masses on Friday.
God grant I am not.