This is all about feeling.
Today’s Trinity 10 reading at the end of Luke 19 is a ripper. It’s full of challenge.
The City was heavy with expectancy. The air was anxious awaiting the coming of Messiah – the deliverance of God. Isaiah had said a king would reign in righteousness – God’s king. Hope was present.
Jerusalem was the natural place for God to come and offer His love.
The Hebrews had heard his thunder at Mount Sinai. One of their ancestors had wrestled with God. The lyrics of Isaiah were a part of their history. The foreboding of Jeremiah was a part of their heritage. The condemnation of Amos was in their national memory. Jerusalem was a natural place for God to come and offer his love. It was the City of David. The place for the Ark of the Covenant. A Temple was built there. It was a natural place for God to come.
The procession moves closer. Jesus draws near. He beholds the city and its people. Jesus of Nazareth is arriving and he sees the City of David. The procession slows down. He hesitates for a moment. He looks over the City. He sees the buildings on Mt. Zion. The bronze doors of the temple. He sees its shining dome blazing in the morning sun. He sees the place of Herod. He sees the Damascus road in the distance – the place where Paul will meet God for himself. He sees the pool of Siloam in the valley – the healing pool. He sees the people in the marketplace and realises they are in the temple. He sees the City of Jerusalem, but he sees more.
Jesus sees the people:
People, who call his name, but are not loyal to him.
People going through the motions of religion, but lacking the power of God.
People who sing the songs of Zion, but lack commitment of spirit.
People who are mere performers, but not really participants.
People, who know the law, but don’t obey the spirit of the soul.
People, who talk theories and behaviour, but don’t practice the presence of God.
Jesus beholds the City, but he sees more.
Jesus draws near the City, stops, and he weeps.
He weeps because as He draws near we don’t feel the thrill of his presence.
He weeps because, as He draws near he sees our words, but knows we reject him in our hearts.
He weeps because He knows we live by our wits, and not by faith.
He weeps because He knows we are motivated by our dislikes, and not by his love.
He weeps because we are anxious and fretful, instead of being confident in His love.
He weeps as he beholds the City. He weeps because of our sinfulness. He weeps, but yet he rides on.
Thank God he didn’t stop and give up.
He was wounded for our transgressions. He was bruised for our iniquities.
Because all we like sheep have gone astray. We have turned every one unto his own way.
Thank God he didn’t turn away.
The original language verbs denote different degrees of seeing……
‘Blepo’ was a mechanical look, passive and casual.
‘Eido’ is to look closely at, to perceive, to discern clearly. To intensely acknowledge.
When you ‘eido’ you feel it.
So what are you feeling?