Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it, as it is written: “Do not be afraid, Daughter Zion; see, your king is coming, seated on a donkey‘s colt.” At first his disciples did not understand all this.

John 12:14 – 16

May I share with you my dream of last night?  I was trying to build a horse out of leather, straps, etc., that would carry Jesus.  It got more and more frustrating. Parts of the face looked rather good, others not. The more I tried to make the horse look good the more I just panicked. It seemed like the dream would never end, I was making no progress at all.  It went on and on.

Then I felt the scene changing.  I heard a voice, “See, your king is coming, seated on a donkey‘s colt.” Instead of me trying to construct a horse I saw Jesus riding, not on a horse, but on a donkey, a rather small one.  He was casual about it all.  He was perfectly happy on the common Jerusalem donkey!

The contrast between my frenetic drive to shape a horse and Jesus riding that donkey undid me.  Upon waking my heart said, “Jesus chose a donkey.”  I have been thinking about it.  My gallant efforts to make a horse for Jesus meant nothing.  I was frustrated.

All that feeling left me when I saw Jesus riding on that nondescript donkey.

This became a parable to me as I start the day.  I desire a horse and am busy trying to make one.  Behold, God provides a donkey.  I want a horse that I made.  Jesus gives me a donkey that I did not have any part in making, not one bit.  This picture shapes my day.

Am I Jesus’ donkey?