That day, as Jesus rode into the holy city of Jerusalem on a donkey, along with the thousands of others flocking in for the Passover Festival, many recognized him as the one they'd heard about--healing, teaching, inspiring the many who had gathered around him along the way.  Now this--a triumphant, palm-waving entry into the community in which he would soon be humiliated, scorned, punished, abused, and eventually killed.  What was this day a victorious high moment for those who followed him most closely, would soon evolve into their worst nightmare--the end of it all.  Or so they thought...