It was a day of great rejoicing. The crowds were shouting the praise of the One whom the disciples called their Master. He was in a perfect position to accept the throne of
And suddenly, when the procession reached the
We are told that “when He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept over it.” Why did He weep? Not for Himself, although He well knew that His way would soon lead Him into the valley of the shadow of death. Not for His disciples, although He knew that they would be sorely tried by the events of the next few days, and one would abandon his integrity so far as to betray his Master. It was for the inhabitants of the glorious city of
“If thou hadst known, even thou, at least in this thy day, the things which belong unto thy peace! But now they are hid from thine eyes… For the days shall come upon thee, that thine enemies shall cast a trench about thee, and compass thee round, and keep thee in on every side, and shall lay thee even with the ground, and thy children within thee; and they shall not leave in thee one stone upon another; because thou knewest not the time of thy visitation.”
Maybe there’s a lesson for us today…
We have seen a great light… Shall we follow it, or turn away?
History repeats itself because we don't learn from it… Must it happen again?