Boys don't cry

If I ask you to watch only a part of this clip will you promise you won't watch more?

This film is too "mature" for most of the readers of my blog.


And anyway the rest of the clip will just confuse you.


So please only watch from 1:19 - 4:00. Stop the clip exactly at the 4 minute mark.




See... I was moved to tears in the bus on Friday.

I was also moved to tears in church that night.

Here comes Jesus, the king, the messiah, the one who will save the world.

Here comes Jesus, riding on a donkey.


And I cried at that.

He's so amazing that he doesn't even need to try to fit the criteria of a king.

No horses, no chariots, no soldiers.

No trumpets, no music, no confetti.

Jesus was so awesome kingship had to be redefined around him.


Here comes Jesus, riding on a donkey.

And crowds gather, shouting Hosanna, waving palm branches, and laying their cloaks down on the ground.


No fanfare. No nothing. Just Jesus riding on a lowly donkey, an animal of servitude.

This is our God, the servant king.


I cry because he asks me to follow him.

I cry because that's all I ever want in this life.

I cry because he asks me to follow him.