Jesus Weeps over Jerusalem
They brought the donkey to Jesus, threw their cloaks on the colt, and put Jesus on it. As he went along, people spread their cloaks on the road. When he came near the place where the road goes down the Mount of Olives, the whole crowd of disciples began joyfully to praise God in loud voices for all the miracles they had seen:
“Blessed is the king who comes in the name of the Lord!”
“Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!”
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”
As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes.”
Luke 19:35-42 (NIV)
Lord Christ, we think of Palm Sunday as a day of joy and gladness, but not for you. The crowd is singing, shouting your praises. The Pharisees are angry, resentful. But your heart is broken. The city named for peace – Jeru-salem – does not know the things that make for peace. So, you wept over the capital city.
Jesus, I can see you weeping over other capitals. Your tears surely must flow over Damascus and Kabul, over Bagdad and Cairo, over Tripoli and Tokyo, over Tehran and Khartoum, and certainly over Moscow and Washington. Do you still weep over Nagasaki and Hiroshima, over Berlin and Belfast, over Pyongyang and Seoul, over Hanoi and Saigon, over Athens and Rome? Lord, you cried over Cape Town and over Newtown. Christ, do you weep over Spartanburg? Sometimes I do.
Gracious Savior, grant to me a heart big enough to love this world that you love so much that you traveled the road of redemption. Let my heart be broken that we, your children, have yet to learn the things that make for peace.