It’s Palm Sunday

I love the hymns of the church, and I don’t apologize for saying it.  Call me old-fashioned, but I miss hearing some of the more traditional music in the church.  The truth is, if we’re praising King Jesus with our whole hearts, the style of music is really pretty petty, Amen?  It’s bad enough the U.S. government is acting immature – the church needs to rise above and grow up.  There’s room for the new styles alongside the old.  Just praise King Jesus!  It isn’t about you – it’s about HIM.

With all my heart, I will praise the LORD.  Let all who are helpless, listen and be glad.  Psalm 34:2

All who are helpless…  the more we learn about our Lord, the more we realize that we are helpless.  Listen means stop talking.  Hear His Word and let it pierce your heart and mind.  Ponder what His Word is saying to you.  Pondering does not require conversation.  Ponder means to think – just leave it in your brain and let it wander around a bit.  Ponder.  Some people would call it over thinking.  I say nope – I’m pondering.  If pondering was good enough for Mary (the mother of Christ), it’s sure good enough for me.

To be glad means we should accept the joy that God wants to give us.  Remember, joy is not dependent on circumstances like happiness is.  I can be happy that the snow has melted, but if there is snow on the ground, I can have the joy of the Lord and rejoice in Him all day long.

One of the best parts of being a Sunday School teacher is helping kids get ready for a play.  There’s nothing more cute in the world than watching little ones in a Christmas or Palm Sunday / Easter play!  So sweet!

If you’re a new follower to this blog…  last Palm Sunday, Lucinda Berry Hill and I wrote a story about Daisy’s colt.  Check it out: https://hearthungerblog.wordpress.com/2017/04/05/daisys-colt/

In my experience, I have learned one thing…  when you line the kids up, you only give palm branches to the kids in the FIRST row – for obvious reasons.  Yes, you guessed it…  the kids in the second row will start bopping the kids in the first row with the branches.  Take that one to the bank.  It’s gonna happen!  LOL!  Why, yes, I did learn that the hard way – and it’s so much easier to give them the palm branches than to ask to have them back.  Tears and screaming…  sigh.  No – not them… – ME!

Oh sing unto Jehovah a new song: Sing unto Jehovah, all the earth. Sing unto Jehovah, bless his name; Show forth his salvation from day-to-day. Declare his glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples. For great is Jehovah, and greatly to be praised: He is to be feared above all gods. For all the gods of the peoples are idols; But Jehovah made the heavens. Honor and majesty are before him: Strength and beauty are in his sanctuary. Ascribe unto Jehovah, ye kindreds of the peoples, Ascribe unto Jehovah glory and strength. Ascribe unto Jehovah the glory due unto his name: Bring an offering, and come into his courts.  Oh worship Jehovah in holy array: Tremble before him, all the earth.  – Psalm 96:1-9

Grab a palm branch and try to resist the temptation to bop your neighbor with it.  It’s not a Christmas gift wrap tube, ya know.  That’s what I used to tell the kids – lol.  One time, I even brought some leftover Christmas gift wrap tubes in to the church so the kids could just get it out of their systems before I gave them the branches – that’s actually a better solution – and I even had fun!  We had a bee-bopping good time in the fellowship center.

I have a special surprise for you!  My friend, Geri Ehrlich, wrote the sweetest children’s story and I want to share it with you today.

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The Broken Wing – by Geri Ehrlich, March 2018

One day, a small boy found a baby bird caught between the branches of a tree.  He quickly freed the trapped creature, but could see that her wing had been broken.

Over the next few weeks, the boy tended the bird and soon her wing was healed and she broke out in joyful flight, fluttering her wings as she encircled her new friend, bringing great delight to the boy.

For many days, the boy and the bird laughed and played under the tree that had trapped her a short time ago.

One day, the boy grew tired and fell asleep.  The bird also grew tired – of watching him sleep, and flew off to new adventures.

Soon, far away from the one who rescued her, she became trapped again.  But, this time, it was a net – not a branch that hindered her freedom.  Suddenly, a big, rough hand tightened around her delicate body.  She was torn from the net, placed in an iron cage, and taken even farther away from her boy.

When the boy awoke, he frantically searched for his friend, but she was nowhere to be found.

After many years, the boy grew to become a man.  As he grew, his heart grew sick for want of the little bird.

Then, one day, a pigeon happened by and took pity on the man.  She listened as the man told her of his long-lost friend.

So, the pigeon, determined to find the bird, took flight in search of her.

At last, the pigeon found the bird – locked in a cage, high in a tower.  When the little bird learned of her sick friend, she pushed, shoved, and pried at the bars.  They would not move.  The pigeon tried to free the bird by pecking at the lock.  And even though the lock had begun to rust due to the bird’s many tears, the lock would not budge.

Sadly, they both knew that the little bird could not be freed.  So, the pigeon flew back to the sick-hearted man and told him what she had seen.

Meanwhile, the little bird was left to cry alone in her cage.

The man was sad to hear that his little friend was locked away.  He longed to go to her, but his weak body kept him from even getting out of bed.

For many days and nights, the pigeon carried messages between them.  Each time, the lock was tried.  And each time, it would not budge, leaving the little bird to cry alone.

But, after a while, and with much crying, the lock rusted through.  The little bird struggled to twist off the latch and she was free!

Now, she flew as fast as she could back to her boy.  Overjoyed when she reached him, she fluttered all around him, brushing his heart with the wing he had tended so long ago.

And… then something magical happened.  The man’s sick heart began to heal.  Soon, his strength returned and he was able to stand and walk again.

This made the little bird so happy that she broke into beautiful song; fluttered about even more, fanned out her tail feathers for all to see.  Just watching her made the man’s heart burst with gladness and he, too, began to sing and dance around.

Many years have come and gone.  But, if you listen… you can still hear the melody of the man and the little bird floating amongst the tree tops.  And, if you look closely, you can still see them dancing and fluttering among the swirling leaves.

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Isn’t that sweet???  I really like it.  I hope Geri will put illustrations with it soon!  🙂

 

 

 

DAISY’S COLT

Today’s post is a special Children’s story for Palm Sunday, written by Lucinda Berry Hill & Linda Palmer, with beautiful illustrations by Marian Poppy Ballestero.   We are so excited to share with you our story…

DAISY’S COLT

Daisy Lou the donkey

Was tied up to a post

Waiting for her master

Right near her little Hope.

Two men had come beside them

And announced, “Daisy Lou,

You need to come with us –

There’s a job for you to do.”

 

“A job for me?  What could it be?”

Daisy thought and thought.

But soon the momma realized

The job was for her colt.

 

A journey to Jerusalem

Was what the job would be;

A ride was needed to the town

For Jesus Christ the King.

Before Daisy let the men

Lead little Hope away,

She had a few instructions

She felt she had to say:

 

“Take firm and steady steps

And always look ahead;

With your ears always up,

Listen closely to what is said.

 

Follow His directions,

Even if they don’t seem right.

Listen and obey…

You’re gonna do alright.

 

I’m proud that you’ve been chosen

For this purpose by the Lord.”

And with that, she waved goodbye

To little Hope moving forward.

 

They reached their destination

And little Hope was quite surprised;

For standing there beside her

Was the blessed Jesus Christ!

 

The man put clothes upon her back

Where Jesus took a seat;

Then they began a journey –

Little Hope and Christ the King.

 

They traveled to Jerusalem,

Where they were met with praise.

Hope was feeling honored

To be chosen for this day.

 

“Imagine such a thing!”

As she walked, the young Hope beamed.

“Instead of a majestic horse,

The King has chosen me!”

People laid out branches

In the streets that lie before them.

“Blessed is the King!”, they yelled –

They loved and they adored Him.

 

When her mission was complete,

Hope ran back to Daisy.

“I did just what you taught me,

I listened, wasn’t lazy.

To Jerusalem I carried

Our great and mighty King.

Thank you for the lessons, momma,

That you’re always teaching me.

 

Listening paid off –

The King really is quite smart.

He never once lead me astray;

Now I trust Him with my heart.

 

Jesus loves me… little me.

He used me on His special day.”

Little Hope leaped through the fields

With a giggle and a bray.

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Please do us a favor.  If you decide to print this story and share it with little ones, would you take a moment to leave us a comment below?  We love knowing that our stories are being shared!  Thank you so much.

It’s our hope and prayer that you will print this and share it with the little ones in your life.  Isn’t it wonderful that the Lord has a purpose for everything and everyone – He even had a job for a little colt named Hope.  Peace be with you today.

Oh…  I’ve made a slideshow on YouTube also!  I hope you will watch and read the story and then give it a thumbs-up and leave some love for us in the comments.  Have a blessed day and thanks in advance.  🙂

Thank you Lucinda and Marian – and I know you join me in praising God above for helping us put this together as only HE can!  With me in Kansas, Lucinda in Pennsylvania, and Marian in the U.K. – clear yonder across the pond…  you KNOW this is a real GOD THING!  We love and praise You always, our Lord and Savior, for what only YOU can bring together!  ❤