Jerusalem from a distance.

Luke 19:41-45
As he came near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, ‘If you, even you, had only recognized on this day the things that make for peace! But now they are hidden from your eyes. Indeed, the days will come upon you, when your enemies will set up ramparts around you and surround you, and hem you in on every side. They will crush you to the ground, you and your children within you, and they will not leave within you one stone upon another; because you did not recognize the time of your visitation from God.’

When I read this passage this morning as part of my "Monday of Holy Week" meditation, I was affected, deeply, by the knowledge that Jesus weeps, still, as He comes near those who are deaf, dumb and blind to all that he teaches. I like to believe that we not only dwell in Christ's peace but that we also communicate that peace to others as we reach out to them...loving them and serving them. Still, I ask myself (and I truly want to know...) Holy Jesus...how have I failed to recognize the time of my visitation from God?

During these past few weeks, I have had glimmerings, I think, of recognition. I have felt your touch, sometimes in the midst of fear, or doubt or the anxiety that skulks around the perimeter of my days. If I allow those fears to claim my attention I risk "missing" the peaceful power of your presence.

Draw me close to you, gracious One, so that you are my all and my everything... help me recognize you! Amen.