Three New Additions To My Desk
Actually, it’s an ad-duck-tion. I missed the perfect opportunity to say, “and they’re in a row, too!” Silly goose.
More on Mules
Thanks, Scott.
I came across this poem by Marion Susan Campbell:
“I thought is strange He asked for me,
And bade me carry Him;
The noblest one of all the earth
Into Jerusalem!
But rumor goes He loves the meek
And such on him might call;
That may be why He trusted me,
The humblest beast of all.
Yet though He was so great and wise,
Unequaled in His might,
I scarcely knew I bore a King,
So light He rode—so light!
They sang Hosannah in the streets,
But I have heard men say
The only time they praised their King
Was when He rode that day.
Men pushed and shouted all around,
The air was thick with cries;
They spread their garments at my feet,
And palms before my eyes.
They strewed the narrow road with boughs,
And barred my path again—
But the tenderest hand I ever felt
Was on my bridle chain.”
Charles Spurgeon gives us the following thought in his incredible sermon, “The Lowly King” concerning Zechariah 9:9: "Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy King cometh unto thee: he is just, and having salvation, lowly, and riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass."
“Now, this riding of Christ upon an ass is remarkable, if you remember that no pretender to be a prophet, or a divine messenger, has imitated it. Ask the Jew whether he expects the Messiah to ride thus through the streets of Jerusalem. He will probably answer "No." If he does not, you may ask him the further question, whether there has appeared in his nation anyone who, professing to be the Messiah, has, at any time, come to the daughter of Jerusalem "riding upon an ass, and upon a colt the foal of an ass." It is rather singular that no false Messiah has copied this lowly style of the Son of David.”
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