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Palm Sunday

My youngest son likes to listen to music at bedtime.  Sometimes it’s whatever’s on his Shaker, sometimes it’s a CD, but most of the time it’s just one song, played over and over (and over) until he falls asleep.

A couple of weeks ago he chose a song by Taylor Sorenson entitled “Sing (or the rocks will get to)” and listened to it several nights in a row.  It’s based on Jesus’ response to the Pharisees when they wanted him to silence his disciples as he rode into Jerusalem.  (I’ll get to the ants in a minute.)

You know the story.  A large crowd had gathered for the Passover feast.  They heard that Jesus was coming to Jerusalem.  They were overjoyed and went out to see him.  As he rode into the city, some cried out “Hosanna, blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord” (John 12).  Others shouted praise and spread their cloaks on the ground in front of him (Luke 19).  The Pharisees just wanted all of them to shut up.

I love the vivid word pictures the Bible paints, especially when it comes to worship.  In his response to the Pharisees in Luke 19:40, Jesus painted one of those powerful word pictures.  He turned to the disgruntled Pharisees and said, “I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out.”

What about the ants?

The song my son was listening to repeats the phrase “Sing, sing, sing ‘Hosanna'” and then alternates, at different points in the song, between two phrases– “or the rocks will get to” and “or the trees will get to.”  Just once he adds “or the earth will get to,” but he pronounces the word “earth” a little funny, so that it’s hard to understand.  That’s all it takes to put a nine year old imagination into overdrive.  My son thought he was saying, “all the ants will get to.”

I’ve always been able to picture the trees of the field clapping their hands.  I can easily envision the rocks crying out if the disciples held their praise.  And now, thanks to my son, I can see millions of ants standing shoulder to shoulder with hands raised and mouths open, crying “Hosanna! Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord.”

For you shall go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and the hills before you
shall break forth into singing,
and all the trees of the field shall clap their hands.

(Isaiah 55:12)