When I see palm trees, I think of Jesus.
I often wonder what it was like to be there in the street watching Jesus come through, all the palms waving. Did they have to buy them? A palm store? Was it like the waving of the big foam fingers or banners at a football game.
What would I say to Him? Hey, Jesus! Hey beause I am from the South. Would I be nervous? I think so.
Was He smiling at all of the people?
He would see me in the crowd and wave. He would know me.
I am so glad that He knows me. Does He know you? I hope so.