Watch the Channel 9 video. Just do it.
On what we now call Palm Sunday, the Savior of the world rode into Jerusalem on an ass.
Not a majestic stallion. An ass. And not just any old ass, a colt.
An adolescent ass.
This God of ours, the one who washed His disciples' feet, the one who first revealed Himself to a Samaritan woman with a checkered past -- and present -- has no need to prove anything. He is secure enough to humble Himself -- thus the Cross.
Consider . . . the second person of the Holy Trinity allowed Himself to be executed like a common criminal to save His people. To become the ultimate spotless Lamb of God, sacrificed in the eternal Passover.
SO, YEAH, it makes perfect sense to me that a cook at Gino's Italian restaurant in Baton Rouge, La., would cut into an eggplant only to find that the seeds spelled "GOD."
An amazing coincidence? Of course. But ours is a God of amazing coincidences, which we call "miracles."
Ours is a society that worships things, celebrities and power, all of which are fleeting. We tell ourselves that we are as gods, and that we are in control of all things.
Then a line cook in a God-haunted Southern state capital cuts into yet another eggplant destined for the sauté pan. . . .
"Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: "
"Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you always, even unto the end of the world. Amen."