As Palm Sunday comes to a close, I just finished reading Normal Nagel’s sermon for this day on John 12:20-29 in Selected Sermons of Norman Nagel. In typical fashion, the silent reading included the mental translation into Nagel’s distinctive English accent.
Each year as we revisit Palm Sunday we are confronted by a paradox in the hymns, the scripture readings, and the sermon. Appearances are deceiving. The Savior we want is not necessarily the Savior we need. Nagel writes,
Jesus’ words to the Greeks, as ever with His words, exactly met their seeking and their need. He tells that He is the Messiah, then declares that the hour of His glory is come. What earthly glorious pictures those words must have called up in the minds of the disciples. They were flushed with the glory of the palms and hosannas of Palm Sunday. This, they thought, was the real Jesus, the royal Jesus. This was Jesus coming into His own. The kingdom was about to be established. (p. 106)
As we celebrate Palm Sunday, there is a tension of the joyful hosannas and the journey to the cross. Musically, I sometimes struggle trying to balance this tension as I prepare for the worship service. It’s easy to play the loud and joyful settings of “All Glory, Laud, and Honor” and “Hosanna, Loud Hosanna” with instrumental fanfare — almost like Easter has come a week early. Yet, as Nagel notes, “The hour of Jesus’ glory was to be the hour of His death, for He took our sins on himself . . . This was Jesus’ glory—that through His death there might be full, assured, and cheerful life of those who are God’s own” (p. 107).