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i just remembered that today is palm sunday.

It was this Sunday almost 2000 years ago, that Jesus entered into Jerusalem to a group of people hailing Him as messiah, yet it was these same people that would not stand by him (or maybe even turn against him) six days later and have him put to death.

and so i started thinking about Jesus and what he must have been thinking as he rode into Jerusalem,, hearing the praises of people that he knew would turn their backs on him at his darkest moments. how did he take it? was he grateful for their praises, even if it were for that time? did he despise them for their two-sidednesss and fickle hearts?

it's quite interesting because it makes me think about how he accepts me now, that one day I would be praising him with hands lifted high, and the next i would be consciously choosing to forsake who he is, his Lordship in my life, his relationship to me as friend. does he accept my praises of today even though he knows my sins of tomorrow? truth is that he loves me the same today and the day that I forsake him.

I'm confused because i can understand how it would be hard to accept the love of someone whose love for you seems to be constantly changing and inconsistent, but i wonder then, why is it so hard for me to accept God's love for me, which never changes?