A grand entrance marked by humility. A chorus of praises that cannot be stopped—not that day but rendered mute by week’s end. As we move into Holy Week, that word “passion” takes on greater clarity as the embodiment of God’s love. We start the morning with shouting, “Glory to the King!” only to discover that this “king” is riding a borrowed colt, endures taunts, betrayal, abandonment, and torture. He is killed as a common criminal, his body disposed of. Some king. But this is how God keeps His promises. He never deserts Jesus. He will never desert us. His steadfast love endures forever.