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.