Sometimes…

I look at what the world has become and it is easy to imagine Jesus weeping over a city.

It seems that we–both as individuals and as a culture–have not just forgotten God, but have forgotten how to treat others as people.

Death is everywhere. There are wars and rumors of wars. We make movies and write books about kids fighting to the death for entertainment. We play games where you can wander the streets and kill prostitutes.

Society has also taken an act designed by God to show love between husband and wife and made all manner of perversion commonplace. There’s a series of widely read books right now that has millions of stay-at-home mothers thinking Sadism & Masochism is normal (and we’re not just talking about a little slap and tickle).

It’s not the way God wired us, people.

Yet we have so damaged each other through our actions, words, and even entertainment that bondage and murder are fun ways to spend a few hours. Playing at them, anyway.

It’s like we’re on a treadmill powered by the world and getting pulled farther and farther away from God and his plan for our lives.

The question I’ve been thinking about is how do we get off the treadmill without making things worse?

What comes to my mind is Jesus sitting on a hill and weeping for the people that will soon call for his execution.

He didn’t weep for himself. He wept for his people.

He still does.