The Evening statesman. [volume] (Walla Walla, Wash.) 1903-1910, 1904-03-28

holy city. The day o. palms and OF
Joyous pilgrims: the day of praise and
glad hosannas; the day of kingly glory
and meSsianic elimination. AS we
gaze the glory brightens; new beau
ties greet our clearing vision. We see,
too, a deeper portent. Dark clouds be-
gin to lower. A shadow of the cross
falls Ger US. Gaze with me then on
this canvas for the hour and though
there be other and greater paintings
in the heavenly gallery, this one now
speaks for our attention. Let us view
il alone unmoved by ali the rest.
Triumpha Entry Into Jerusalem.
The gospel thinner here has given
us a portrait which at first seems al
most unlike the Christ. Indeed it is
unlike to all the other paintings of
His life 1t stands apart from all
those scenes which show him the self
cCncealing lowly One, the man who
had not where to lay his head, the
lonely footsore traveller. the simple
peasant teacher, the tender unassum-
ing healer, the retiring wonder worker
Instead of a peasant we here behold
a king Instead of a weary pilgrim
we behold a triumphant victor. In
stead of the retiring teacher we have
here the heralded Messiah. The man
Of sorrows has become the King
Emanuel. The lowiy Nazarene the ex-
allied Son of David. What contrasts!
Our common concept;On of this Son
of man must change. We pause to
question and to ask ourselves, who can
this be? We hear the happy thrOng re-
ply-'This is Jesus, the prophet of
Galilee-This is our king. We hear
the voices Of the children saying, 'Ho-
sauna to the Son of David-HOsanna
to God in the highest. HoSanna to our
king. And then we begin to realize
that it IS the kingly Christ which we
behold today. And we see here
far CLEAN OF the heavenly Jerusalem
We hear the angel choir who sing:
Lift up your heads O We gates, and
we come to feel that the king of glory
passes on His way.
Let us join ourselves to that Cali
lean pilgrim band who without the city
walls that bright spring morning form
the escort for this king.
1.-Two disciples have been sent by
the omlliscient master to bring a roy
IL beast of burden to bear him on his
triumph. And one is brought, conse-
crate and holy. wherein never man
has sat. With willing hands the dis
Ciples spread their garments on it,
and others strew the way with theirs.
Homage is offered in sacred song.
Green branches of palsm are waved in
Joyous praise.
Thus the calvacade proceeds till the
brow of the hill is reached where Je-
view. Here a mystery awaits us. The
king proceeding on His royal way
nance. Tears fill His eyes and loud
lamentations bursts from His lips.
ho h i,, act
Of joy? Why this bitter lament? We
listen to the broken sobs and catch
lnoWn in this day even then. the
things which belong unto peace. but
now they are hid from thine eyes. For
the days shall come when thine enc
mics shall cast a palisade about thee,
and compass thee around and keep
thee in on every side. and they shall
dash thee to the ground, and thy chill
dren within thee; and they shall not
leave in thee one stone upon another;
because thou knowest not the time of
they visitation
These words of patriot and seer fall
Oh the wondering ears of those who
hear them only to lose their meaning
for the time. The procession moves
on, for now another band of pilgrims
from the city hearing the excitement
hasten forth with rejoicing to greet
the coming king. The way is streWn
with branches. Praises sound on ev-
cry lip. And yet within that company
dark conferences of Pharisee and
scribe ScOWl upon the scene. Angry
voices ask the king himself to hush
these alterations. And again we feel
amid the sunshine and the song, the
smiling olive trees and waving palms
the distant gathering of a storm. The
procession passes on along the rocky
road, through the gates and into the
city. The whole city is around Won
dering cries of, Who is this?' are ans
wered by a great antiphony-'This is
He that cOmeth in the name of the