Meditations from the Classics
De Rerum Natura: 2 (Written 50 B.C.)
(Nature of Things: Book Two)
Do you hear the drums and the clash of cymbals? It’s getting closer. What is it? Oh, yes, there it is. It’s the procession for Mother Earth, (Cybele) the goddess of the ancient world as she enters another town surrounded in a glorious frenzy by her followers. It’s like a triumphal entry.
A thunder of drums attends her, tight-stretched and pounded by palms, and a clash of hollow cymbals; hoarse-throated horns bray their deep warning, and the pierced flute thrills every heart with Phrygian strains. Weapons are carried before her, symbolic of rabid frenzy, to chasten the thankless and profane hearts of the rabble with dread of her divinity. So, when first she is escorted into some great city and mutely enriches mortals with wordless benediction, they strew her path all along the route with a lavish largesse of copper and silver and shadow the Mother and her retinue with a snow of roses (Lucretius, De Rerum Natura: 2).
Quite a show, isn’t it?
But wait. Another parade is approaching. Who is it? A great crowd is gathering. The sounds of Hosanna echo up and down the country road. It is Jesus, the creator of Earth. See how humbly He comes? Riding a donkey! There are no weapons before Him to frighten the masses into submission. He is not some stiff and frozen statue nailed to a mobile platform. He is alive. He beckons the people to come to Him.
And most of the multitude spread their garments in the road, and others were cutting branches from the trees, and spreading them on the road. And the multitudes going before Him, and those who followed after were crying out, saying, ‘Hosanna to the Son of David; Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest!’
Two spectacular triumphal entries:
The first was led by Cybele whose wooden face and painted smile betrayed her wooden heart. The second was led by Jesus who blessed the masses and healed the lame and gave His life a ransom for many.
Go ahead. Gather your things and join the throngs. But choose carefully which triumphal procession you will join.
David R. Denny Ph.D.
Image from the British Museum