THE DONKEY
G.K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
There's another nuance of the Passover lamb in Exodus 12 which I learned from one of Chuck Missler's musings. The lamb was to be selected on the tenth of Nissan (that would be Palm Sunday), kept in the household for four days and then slaughtered. The fourth day after Sunday would not be a Friday, but a Thursday, which then offers 3 full days of burial till Resurrection Sunday. With the post-diaspora Gentile church's anti-Semitic penchant for changing dates, it might have been a "Good Thursday" after all