Coming down from the Mount of Olives Jesus had approached the city to the shouts of “Hosanna to the Son of David. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.” The people wanted a change. They had been under the thumb of Rome for many years. They knew the Scriptures where God had promised a descendant of David to sit on Israel’s throne forever. This Miracle Worker must be the one. “Hosanna to the Son of David!” Their acclaim was right, but the end that they sought would not bring them what they truly needed. Only Jesus understood the path He was on. The throne that He must occupy was on a hill called The Skull. His only acclaim the taunts and curses of those looking at His bloodied body. His only scepter a reed that would bring a taste of sour wine to His dying lips. Within days of His triumphal entry into Jerusalem this true King would be dead. But this King knew something that all the others did not. It was only by His atoning death that a change could be wrought in their inner being, and only that change could give them the life they truly sought.