Finding Comfort in the Empathy of Jesus
Jesus turned his face toward Jerusalem. The plan was already in motion for his entry to the shouts of “Hosanna.” Jesus would enter on the back of a donkey. The time was at hand. His destiny was before him. He saw the temple looming large upon the hill, the houses of people stacked below in the shadow. Silver-green leaves waved him over from a grove of olive trees. On the wind, smoke from cooking fires carried the comforting aroma of baking bread. A flock of birds settled into a tree.
It could have been the beauty of an ordinary day that caused Jesus to pause and reflect as he looked at the great city, but but beauty was the reason for his tears.
“And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, 'Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes.'” (Luke 19:41-42)
Maybe it was empathy that brought Jesus to tears?
Jesus had walked on the earth for thirty-three years as a man. He knew our reality—-…
It could have been the beauty of an ordinary day that caused Jesus to pause and reflect as he looked at the great city, but but beauty was the reason for his tears.
“And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, 'Would that you, even you, had known on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes.'” (Luke 19:41-42)
Maybe it was empathy that brought Jesus to tears?
Jesus had walked on the earth for thirty-three years as a man. He knew our reality—-…
