We have thought of Our Lord’s life as being like the three movements of a great symphony, with its first movement gentle and tender, the second a slow powerful mounting into tragedy, and the third a song of victory. But now, just before the fear and darkness descend, there comes a foretaste of the victory. The triumphal entry into Jerusalem, the happy ending of a happy journey, is like the gleam of light that comes sometimes before a storm, that one carries in memory through the hours of darkness until the greater glory breaks.