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
Working, laughing, eating, drinking, talking —
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!