There is nothing like a good parade. I love parades. The marching bands, fire trucks, floats, princes and their courts, and the politicians (I could live without them). Have you ever been asked by the people in the parade to join them? Have you ever been part of a spontaneous parade; kind of like what happens in the musical "Hello Dolly"?
Jesus' entry into Jerusalem, the week of his death, was a parade. A different kind of parade. It was a parade that gives us a glimpse into the heart of the people and the heart of Jesus.
The only question that faces us is what does this parade have to do with us?