Oh? Did I type that outloud?
Sometimes I wonder if I am the only person alive who does not daily cry out for the Lord to come.
But I don’t.
I just can’t.
I cry out for those in my family, those friends who I have left behind so as to not be drawn back to my worldly lifestyle and chronic sinful lusts. They don’t know Jesus. They don’t understand what is going to happen upon His return.
On that day of glorious triumphal entry into that little town. People rejoice and cried out ““Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” (Luke 19:38).
This Sunday, people across the world will also cry out, ““Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!” in their annual trek to a church near them. Dressed in their “holy attire,” (Ps. 96:9a) just as the Bible commands.
But forget the other half of the verse, “Tremble before Him, all the earth” (96:9b).
And we will do nothing to tell them of the horror they will face for eternity if they don’t repent… no. Not this weekend… It’s all about jelly beans and eggs. Family and friends.
Not reality. Not the cross.
New little pink dresses with white patent leather shoes. Pretty little bows in the primped curls in their hair and tiny white gloves. Little boys in their newly purchased and pressed suits.
Never to be worn again…
Because just like the palm leaves laid out before Jesus. The praise and Hallelujah’s, they were seasonal. Ceremonial…
People will leave their Sunday services and go home to hunt for eggs, delivered by a bunny.
Life will go on and the anxieties of it all will come upon them, their plans will fail and they will demand “Crucify Him!”
“When a man’s folly brings his way to ruin, his heart rages against the LORD” (Pr. 19:3).
They will bury Him and He will give them over to “the lusts of their hearts…” (Rom. 2:24).
“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. For the days will come upon you, when your enemies will set up a barricade around you and surround you and hem you in on every side and tear you down to the ground, you and your children within you. And they will not leave one stone upon another in you, because you did not know the time of your visitation” (Luke 19:41-44).
I know that although it is His plan that will prevail, there are those who will not surrender. They will lay out the palm leaves this week, they will sing and praise His holy name – but they will do it with empty hearts.
And I will weep for them.
Some churches will even capitalize on this destruction. Just as they did back then, defiling the holy sanctuary of Christ with bouncy houses, photo booths, and kids-carnivals – complete with the Bunny and eggs.
And I will weep for them.
No, I am not praying for Christ’s final return. There’s too many who aren’t ready! So many who haven’t heard the Truth! It’s too soon!
I am praying that we – the church of God – weep and mourn over these who decide to grace us with their presence this weekend.
I am praying for hearts of Christians to be broken beyond repair until they learn to speak the Gospel of Jesus Christ rather than fulfill the wants of “Itching ears.”
Just shortly after the palm leaves and praise… Jesus dismounted the little colt and then, he sat down on the steps of the Temple, tied together a cat of nine-tails and went inside swinging.
“And he entered the temple and began to drive out those who sold, saying to them, ‘It is written, ‘My house shall be a house of prayer,’ but you have made it a den of robbers” (Luke 19:45-46).