And when he drew near and saw the city he wept over it, saying, "Would that even today you knew the things that make for peace! But now they are hid from your eyes. For the days shall come upon you, when your enemies will cast up a bank about you and surround you, and hem you in on every side, and dash you to the ground, you and your children within you, and they will not leave one stone upon another in you; because you did not know the time of your visitation."
Lord: Have we recognized the time of your visitation when amidst all the chaos modern society lives you have come clothed in prophet's clothes? And we ignored many times the things that make for peace when in the mddle of our daily living, responsabilities and struggles sourround us. Are you criying over our earthly city as you look upon us destroying one another, not only with our tongues but with our bare hands and deeds?
I am a Christian or so i call myself and I live in the world, all I see aorund me is doom announced and proclaimed,the impending ruin for those who amass riches at the expense of the rest. I observe and sit while the will of the powerful is being impossed over a silent mass of contented shadows for whom entertainment and material prosperity is the only motivation to continue leading their existence; an existence of choked boredom and petty strifes. I have witnessed with my lips many times lock sealed the injustice perpetrated against your people and all I have Imanaged to do was to complain inside me and never acted on your visitation in my soul.
I pray you Lord that the truth be not hid from our eyes and that we learn to recognize you. It starts today.
The days have come when your enemies have cast a bank around us and have sourrounded us with their lies, with their promises of wealth and riches and their offering of prosperity, and at the cost of what? At the cost of dashing us to the ground, AND OUR CHILDREN WITHIN US!
The enemy has been given power by the people, half of those who are called to be the light of the world and salt of the earth have hidden themselves under a basket and have lost their taste. With their precious "freedom of choice" have opted to enthrone a beast that threatens to dash us to the ground, to persecute us and to cast a bank around us with his laws that he will demand us to obey. We will be forced to pay him his tribute with the sweat of our foreheads, a portion of that destined to our children so that he can dash the children within us.
And Jesus wept, over what? Over us, over our failure to recognize Him who makes for perfect peace and for our wilfull blindness, convenient and comfortable.