*Taken from my journal on 01/21/09 when we walked the road Jesus walked on Palm Sunday with the crowds crying ‘Hosanna!’. This church is built at the spot where He suddenly stopped and wept over Jerusalem.*
Hearing of Jesus weeping over Jerusalem with the city in sight is an entirely new experience.We read that He wept for love of Jerusalem and for sadness over the coming destruction. I have always thought of the people when reading that. To be sure, He had the people in mind.
But I think He also loved the city: the walls, the roofs, the hills and the streets.
He certainly appreciates beauty. He’s the Maker of it…
In the garden, we saw the thorn tree that they made the crown of thorns out of. Looking at those cruel spikes, I had trouble reconciling them with their Creator.
When He was fashioning them, did He know what they would do to Him? He must have...
Why didn’t He blunt their ends? Why leave the world with any thorns?
Why would you create something that would hurt you?
But that begs the question, why did He make us?
Surely we hurt Him more than the thorns…
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