The Day After Palm Sunday

The Day After Palm Sunday


The donkey awakened, his mind still savouring the afterglow  of the most exciting day of his life. 

Never before had he felt such a rush of pleasure and pride. 

He walked into town and found a group of  people by the well.

“I’ll show myself to them,” he thought. But they didn’t notice him. 

They went on drawing their water and paid him no  mind.
“Throw your garments down,” he said crossly. “Don’t you know who I  am?” 

They just looked at him in amazement. Someone slapped him across  the tail and ordered him to move. 

“Miserable heathens!” he muttered to  himself. “I’ll just go to the market where the good people are. They  will remember me.

But the same thing happened. No one paid any attention to the donkey  as he strutted down the main street in front of the market place.

  “The palm branches! Where are the palm branches ?!” he shouted.
  “Yesterday, you threw palm branches!” 

Hurt and confused, he rushed back  home to his mother. 

“Foolish child,” she said gently.

“Don’t you realise that without Him, you are just an ordinary donkey?

Without Him, you are just an ass!”

H/T to Cameroon Blog for this story here

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