Monday, October 10, 2011

Weeping Over the City

As he approached Jerusalem and saw the city, he wept over it and said, “If you, even you, had only known on this day what would bring you peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes. (Luke 19:41-42)

Last week, I left the house earlier than usual to go to school. High school, actually. At a coffee meeting with the local high school principal about a month ago, I learned that I could come on campus through a process as simple as checking in at the front desk and getting a visitor name tag. He was friendly and encouraging. He expressed that he genuinely needed more adults present on campus due to the bus schedule that left underclassmen on campus for 60-90 minutes before classes actually begun.

So I went to school. I saw plenty of students I knew, gave them high-fives and hellos. Even more significant, I saw students I didn't know, students I had never met. Hundreds of them. Thousands, even. I traversed through crowds of young people--I was told later that I look like a high schooler myself, but that's not the point--and made intentionally looked at their faces. I saw a lot of lonely people.

I wondered how many didn't know Jesus.

A few days later, I was preparing for a gathering of our pastors and elders. Heading to the meeting and driving past the exit that would have led me to the high school, I found my thoughts drawn towards those students and their lonely faces. For the first time in years, I found myself weeping for those students, pouring out my emotions into the dashboard of my car. While I'm a fairly emotional person and crying isn't foreign to me, this was something new. This was a God-given brokenness for the hurting people around me, seeing them for the first time as people wandering helplessly in the dark.

When was the last time I wept for the people around me who don't know Jesus? 

Is my heart broken for them? Am I willing to share the good news of the kingdom, not motivated by guilt or a slick marketing program, but simply because I want them to know the beautiful Person that I know? I can get so caught up in spending time with the students who are in the church doors and within my own program, the students who show up on my doorstep. Am I willing to go out into the world to love and serve the lost and brokenhearted, just as Jesus did? 


Do I weep over my city?

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