On Sat, 14 Apr 2012 00:57:26 +0200, E Bmums <
e44...@rppkn.com> wrote:
>
>"From the crest of Olivet, Jesus looked upon Jerusalem. Fair and
>peaceful was the scene spread out before Him. It was the season of the
>Passover, and from all lands the children of Jacob had gathered there to
>celebrate the great national festival. In the midst of gardens and
>vineyards, and green slopes studded with pilgrims’ tents, rose the
>terraced hills, the stately palaces, and massive bulwarks of Israel’s
>capital. The daughter of Zion seemed in her pride to say, "I sit a
>queen, and shall see no sorrow;" as lovely then, and deeming herself as
>secure in Heaven’s favor, as when, ages before, the royal minstrel sang,
>"Beautiful for situation, the joy of the whole earth, is Mount Zion,"
>"the city of the great King." Psalm 48:2. In full view were the
>magnificent buildings of the temple. The rays of the setting sun lighted
>up the snowy whiteness of its marble walls, and gleamed from golden gate
>and tower and pinnacle. "The perfection of beauty" it stood, the pride
>of the Jewish nation. What child of Israel could gaze upon the scene
>without a thrill of joy and admiration! But far other thoughts occupied
>the mind of Jesus. "When He was come near, He beheld the city, and wept
>over it." Luke 19:41. Amid the universal rejoicing of the triumphal
>entry, while palm branches waved, while glad hosannas awoke the echoes
>of the hills, and thousands of voices declared Him king, the world’s
>Redeemer was overwhelmed with a sudden and mysterious sorrow. He, the
>Son of God, the Promised One of Israel, whose power had conquered death,
>and called its captives from the grave, was in tears, not of ordinary
>grief, but of intense, irrepressible agony."
Well after all that I hope he got a bigger dressing room than the
puppets.
- Citizen Chaz