Jesus Triumphal Entry
Story narrated by the Donkey
Submitted by Jennifer Roeser, edited by Holly Subia
Hi everyone, my name is the colt of a donkey. I am the donkey Jesus rode at his triumphal entrance into Jerusalem the week before he was crucified. Oh how thrilling it was to have the master, the King of Glory chose me, to carry him into the Holy city. What an exciting time.
Thousands of years before god created the earth, Jesus as the Word of God knew he would die on the cross. Wow! You know what else? He also knew he would choose me, the colt of a donkey, to ride on. So, you know what he did? Since Jesus is the creator of all things and knew he would die on the cross, when he created the donkey he put a cross on ours backs as a symbol of his death and resurrection.
Oh, and when Mary was going to Bethlehem to give birth to Jesus she rode a donkey to the manger. Mangers are where the animals are stabled. So we donkeys got to see Jesus be born! Then, that very night, shepherds came to visit the newborn King. The shepherds told us that all the angels of heaven appeared to them and said, “Today in Bethlehem, a Savior was born, Christ the Lord. And all the angels sang, “Glory to God in the Highest, Peace to all Men."
There is a story on the Internet called, “The Legend of the Donkey Cross" by Mary Singer. It is a poem she wrote about me. The story is not exactly how is happened but it is how I feel about my Lord. I am so elated to share my story with you. Thank you, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Ms. Horse, Ms. Mule and Ms. Cow — a Christmas fable
Posted by Dave Tabler
Ms. Horse loved to eat hay, especially fresh hay. Well, before long, baby Jesus would be laying on the hard boards of the manger and wake up cranky and yowling, like any little baby. Mary would say, “Now Ms. Horse, stop eating that hay! You’re upsetting the baby.” Mary would then fetch some more hay for a mattress and baby Jesus would go back to sleep. As soon as everybody had their backs turned, Ms. Horse would sneak over and snack on some more hay and the whole problem would start again.
Baby Jesus would wake up wailing. Mary would lecture Ms. Horse, and Ms. Horse would lower her head and look real remorseful, you know, real sad. As soon as no one was looking, Ms. Horse crept over and nibbled on the hay until baby Jesus was laying on those hard boards. Well, it didn’t take long, Mary got a little bit nettled, you know, kind of mad like, just like the rest of us.
Mary said, “Ms. Horse, from now on, you and all your kith and kin and all your children’s children will never get enough to eat. You will have to eat all the time.”
Have you ever seen a horse out in the field? They are eating all the time. If you ever own a horse you will understand. When you own a horse you are feeding them all the time.
Ms. Mule also was naughty in the barn. First, Ms. Horse was eating up the hay mattress and waking up baby Jesus. Next, every time baby Jesus fell asleep, Ms. Mule would go “Hee haw! Hee haw!”
Let me tell you, you have never heard a baby cry, until you hear one cry after a mule goes “Hee haw, hee haw.” Oh my, how Mary would speak to Ms. Mule. I was told that almost every time the barn would get quiet, Ms. Mule would start in, “Hee haw, hee haw!” She’d wake up baby Jesus from his nap and he’d start in crying. Ms. Mule was so loud, even the grown ups would jump.
Mary got so aggravated, she said, “Ms. Mule, you are not fit to be a parent! From now on, you and all your kith and kin will never become parents!” Do you know, to this day, no mule has never had a baby.
Now Ms. Cow, she was different. Ms. Cow was something else. Yep, she sure was. Ms. Cow was a big help to Mary in that barn.
For example, Ms. Cow would stand with her back next to the manger and wave her tail back and forth over baby Jesus, to keep the flies off him. There were lots of flies in that old barn. Ms. Cow gave fresh milk, to both Mary and Joseph, and to some of the other visitors to the barn.
She and Jack, the Donkey, would take turns babysitting whenever Mary and Joseph had to run an errand. Ms. Cow also told Jack what a lot of the things were called he was seeing for the first time, since the miracle of the “First Christmas Gift” when Jack got his sight. They were the best of friends.
Later, when Mary was packing up to go down to Egypt, she said, “Ms. Cow, you have been such a helpmate to me and baby Jesus, I want to thank you. From now on, you and all your kith and kin and your children’s children, whenever you finish eating your lunch on a warm summer day, you can go lay down in the shade of a tree and continue to enjoy your lunch with a chew of grass.”
The next time you see cows out in a pasture after lunch laying in the shade, you will see them chewing away like they had a big wad of chewing gum. The farmers say the cows are chewing their cud.
Yep, that’s why horses always eat, mules don’t ever get to be parents, and cows get to chew their cud after dinner.
Chuck Larkin (1932-2003) was a nationally known folk storyteller who lived in Atlanta, GA. A “tall tales anecdotist” and a scholar of Celtic lore, he also conducted Master Storytelling Workshops. Larkin was a charter member of the Southern Order of Storytellers, and often attended the National Storytelling Festival held in Jonesborough, TN.