Palm Sunday

It just wouldn't be Palm Sunday for me without re-visiting my sweet friend Steven DeGeorge's take on it.

If Jesus Drove a Truck…

If Jesus drove a truck it’d be gray,

a 4 cylinder, and just enough to get Him where He needs to go.

With the 12 in the bed and a 3 speed on the column,

He’d be the talk from here to Mexico.

They’d say, “Who’s that man and what’s he trying to say?

If he’s so great, why is his truck so gray? And old? And noisy?

Well, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

He’d drive that thing all over West Virginia,

telling stories to the miners and mechanics

and their families.

They’d have Him in for breakfast

and comment on His truck and how they’d fix it;

He’d say, “don’t worry. Where I’m going you never need a tune up.”

He’d take His crew up through Jane Lew

and on to Charleston and Beckley and Bluefield and Wheeling.

Well, He’d love the Appalachian Mountains

and all the people living round them would come to hear and see the miracles.

They’d say, “Who’s that man and what’s he trying to do?

Did you hear he turned those R.C. Cola’s into bottles of Blue Moon

the other night at a party?”

Well, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

He’d walk on into church like He owned the place,

and they wouldn’t see much more than the dirt upon His face.

And then a man would come and ask politely

if he could show Him to the exits,

but He’d walk right past and take the podium.

He’d say, “Blessed are the poor mechanics,

blessed are the miner’s families,

and blessed are you who help the least of these.

And woe to you whose wealth is blinding,

for you the kingdom will be like driving

through the eye of a needle in a white-washed SUV,"

…and they’d get mad.

They’d get angry.

But I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know.

Well just outside of Morgantown it threw a rod,

the truck broke down, and He sent His friends ahead

and they hitch hiked.

They found a room and just like He said,

there was a Schwinn and it was red,

and they brought it to Him

and He rode triumphant in.

Hosanna man lay your Carhart down.

He’s riding in, put your coat on the ground.

Hosanna man lay your flannel down.

He’s riding in, put your shirt on the ground.