Jerusalem as seen from the Mount of Olives, courtesy OldPicture.com.
And when He approached, He saw the city and wept over it, (Luke 19:41 NASB)
As He approached Jerusalem from the Mt of Olives, he looks down upon the city, and He is moved. He has just received a rebuke from the nation’s spiritual leaders for allowing the crowds to create such a ruckus.
What would you do? Are your feathers ruffled? Are you exerting your rights? Are you feeling sorry for yourself?
Jesus sees the city, His city, and knows that it is doomed. He knows though many will give Him their allegiance, yet “He came to His own, and those who were His own did not receive Him.” (John 1:11 NASB)
He is not hurt by their betrayal. Rather He is broken hearted because they are rejecting their only hope.
He sees a sea of religion with no hope. He sees an ocean of ritual to no profit. He sees rivers of blood that have run through the streets for hundreds of years, the blood of every lamb offered, pointing directly toward this Messiah for centuries, the blood of the righteous from Able to Zachariah, who have gone before Him.
But they did not see Him. They did not know that they were about to mingle the blood that ran through the veins of the creator of the universe, the very One they were giving lip service to would soon mix with all this blood.
The uselessness of their religion would doom them, and He weeps for them.
He weeps for sheep without a shepherd, sheep who have rejected their shepherd.
Lord, let us share Your compassion for those trapped in useless religion today, those who may name your name, but have rejected your love.