Jesus entered Jerusalem not on a war horse, but on a donkey and her colt, greeted by crowds who shouted “Hosanna!”—a cry for rescue they didn’t yet understand. He headed straight to the temple, flipping tables and expectations, offering not rebellion, but redemption. The same people who cheered would soon jeer, and still, He rode on—fully aware, fully willing. In a world full of noise, routines, and broken hopes, how often do we overlook the kind of King who comes not to take power, but to give His life for ours?