The un-ridden colt has no problem with Jesus riding him into the city. And neither is he bothered by the noise of the shouting crowd, or rough palm branches being waved in the air and across his head. Unfazed. He is such a gentle ride that he is hardly seen at all. He just blends into the fabric of the story in such a way that his extraordinary behavior is almost missed. Of course, the rider was the one who could look demons in the eye and tell them to be gone and they were. Not only were demons sent running by His look, but He also looked into the eye of the storm and restored peace. A nervous and excited colt was surely no problem for Jesus who had such power over wild things.
But, perhaps, we know this best because of the way Jesus has looked at us, seen a wild and headstrong spirit, and brought order and peace into our lives. We read the stories of it happening to folks like the centurion at Calvary, Saul of Tarsus on the road to Damascus, a wild troubled man named Augustine, and John Newton who transported slaves. And we know our own story, too. It is the story of someone whose heart was set apart from God by our sin and who then became one of God's set apart people because of grace. Wild animals, terrible storms, and headstrong hearts are all broken by the look of the man on the cross.