An Inconvenient Time to Weep

Jesus Wept.

Sitting in the busy, noisy burger joint

Surrounded by a beehive of activity

Assaulted with a surplus of

Sounds, sights, scents and

Sweet, salty and savory sensations.

As I ate my burger and sweet potato fries

Another sensation slowly surfaced

A great sob started in my chest surging upward

Sticking in my throat

Stinging my eyes

As I observed all the different people

Around me

Working, laughing, eating, drinking, talking —

LOST

My heart was being broken

By the things that break His.

O Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that kill the prophets and stone them which are set unto thee, how often would I have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and ye would not!

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