Unexpected Surprise

Stories. They say a lot. They can either be truth or fictional or a bit of both. They show events, adventure, and emotions. This is my short story based on Scripture.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good. His love endures forever,” I said my favorite psalm out loud as I walked along the road picking flowers. Today is my Momma’s birthday, and I wanted to get her something really special.

There’s so many people gathered in my town today, and I really need to be careful. Papa did warn me before I left home, “Rina, you are so small, and people do not always take time to look down to see what’s right in front of them. They are so busy, so be careful and avoid the crowds today. There is a lot happening today in Jerusalem.” As I walk around the crowds trying not to get trampled, I hear them over talking about the festival. I was so concentrated on what a couple was saying I jumped when I heard someone yell right next to me.

“Hosanna!” I heard him shout. All of a sudden, people started to gather along the road, and they started shouting, “Hosanna, Hosanna!” As the people came together, I was pushed to the back of the crowd.

“What’s going on?” I asked, but no one answered. I tried to push through the crowd, so I could see what’s going on. No one is letting me through, but then I had an idea. I got down on my hands and knees and started to crawl in between the people.

“Hosanna! Hosanna!” the people kept shouting. As I crawled to the front of the crowd, I stood up, but I was knocked to the floor in all of the commotion. The people were waving palm branches and were shouting, “Hosanna! Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord! Blessed is the king of Israel.” As I was about to get up, I saw two feet walk towards me.

“Are you alright little one?” a man asks me, as he helps me up to my feet.

“Yes,” I said shyly.

“Good. Now, be careful,” he said to me just before he walked away. He was walking towards this man on a donkey.

As the man on the donkey came closer, people shouted even louder. I watched him, wondering who was he and why was he here? If he’s a king, why isn’t he in the palace?

“Who is that?” I thought out loud.

“He is the Lord,” someone said. I turned in the direction of the voice, and it was a young boy about my age.

“Oh, but who is he?” I asked him.

“His name is Jesus,” he responded. “And there he is!” he shouted and pointed towards the road. As I looked in the direction he pointed, I saw Jesus riding past us. He looked over in my direction, and he was looking straight at me. There was something about him. I looked in his eyes, and I could see tears in them, like if he was trying not to cry. Even though his eyes looked sad, he smiled. It was one of those sharing smiles. When he smiled at me, I couldn’t help but share a smile with him too.

Hope you enjoyed this peak into the past.


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