A millennium before, God had promised King David that one from his line, his house, would sit on the throne of Israel. And now, on the Sunday before Passover, Jesus lays claim to that throne for all to see, He wraps himself in every messianic symbol—the colt, the cloaks, escorted in through the Eastern Gate—all it. There was nothing hidden now. But there was more, for in riding into Jerusalem, YHWH had returned to Zion. For God’s people, there was to be no king but God.