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You Were Not Willing – Lent Day 21

Friday, March 9

You Were Not Willing

Jennifer Hunter

Day 21Read Luke 13

 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.

They threatened to kill him. He challenged them—declaring they should open their eyes to the man healing the sick, casting out demons, the man on his trek to the cross.

 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.

We want to run from Him. Deny His existence. Hide our souls in houses full of phones, i-pods, and computers. Heads filled with music. Hearts filled with hunger.

 Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.

I want to run. Flee this man I gave my life to. When did I become empty? When did I bury my shame? I have lied. Cheated. I have manipulated my way through social engagements, demanded love that was not mine to receive.

I have chosen to run my fingernails across blackboards. God’s eyes squint with pain after pride and jealousy bundle in screaming ignorance. I want control, to ignore the poor, close my eyes on the letters asking for money for wells or starving children—or I want to go, but go my way in my time to fix the refugee problem and turn the world the way I think it should be.

I am exhausted. Lonely. I do not know that I am loved.

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing.

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