In spite of the fact that Israel had "ridiculed the couriers of God, and loathed his words, and abused his prophets," he had still showed himself to them, as "the Lord God, kind and benevolent, forgiving, and bountiful in goodness and truth;" despite rehashed dismissals, his benevolence had proceeded with its pleadings. With in excess of a dad's feeling sorry for affection for the child of his consideration, God had "shipped off them by his couriers, ascending betimes, and sending; since he had empathy on his kin, and on his abode." When protest, supplication, and reprimand had fizzled, he shipped off them the best endowment of Heaven; nay, he spilled out all Heaven in that one present.
The Son of God himself was shipped off beg the uncontrite city. It was Christ that had freed Israel as a goodly plant once again from Egypt. His own hand had projected out the pagan before it. He had planted it "in an extremely productive slope." His gatekeeper care had supported it about. His workers had been shipped off support it. "What might have been accomplished more to my grape plantation," he shouts, "that I have not done in it?" Though when he "looked that it ought to deliver grapes, it delivered wild grapes," yet with an as yet longing any desire for productivity he came face to face to his grape plantation, if haply it very well may be spared from obliteration. He digged about his plant; he pruned and valued it. He was unwearied in his endeavors to spare this plant of his own planting.
For a very long time the Lord of light and magnificence had gone in and out among his kin. "He approached doing great," "recuperating all that were persecuted of the fiend," authoritative up the down and out, setting at freedom them that were bound, reestablishing sight to the visually impaired, making the faltering walk and hard of hearing to hear, purifying the outsiders, raising the dead, and lecturing the gospel to poor people. To all classes the same was tended to the charitable call, "Come unto me, all ye that work and are substantial loaded, and I will give you rest."
Despite the fact that compensated with evil for good, and contempt for his adoration, he had enduringly sought after his main goal of kindness. Never were those repulsed that looked for his effortlessness. A destitute vagabond, rebuke and penury his every day parcel, he lived to pastor to the necessities and help the burdens of men, to beg them to acknowledge the endowment of life. The influxes of leniency, thumped back by those difficult hearts, returned in a more grounded tide of feeling sorry for, unspeakable love. In any case, Israel had abandoned her closest companion and just assistant. The pleadings of his adoration had been scorned, his insight rejected, his alerts derided.
The hour of expectation and acquittal was quick passing; the cup of God's for some time conceded anger was practically full. The cloud that had been gathering through times of disaffection and defiance, presently dark with hardship, was going to blast upon a liable people, and He who alone could spare them from their looming destiny had been insulted, mishandled, dismissed, and was destined to be killed. At the point when Christ should hang upon the cross of Calvary, Israel's day as a country supported and favored of God would be finished. The deficiency of even one soul is a catastrophe, limitlessly exceeding the increases and fortunes of a world; however as Christ viewed Jerusalem, the destruction of an entire city, an entire country, was before him; that city, that country which had once been the picked of God,— his curious fortune.
Prophets had sobbed over the disaffection of Israel, and the horrendous destructions by which their transgressions were visited. Jeremiah wanted that his eyes were a wellspring of tears, that he may sob day and night for the killed of the little girl of his kin, for the Lord's rush that was diverted hostage. What, at that point, was the misery of Him whose prophetic look took in, not years, but rather ages! He observed the pulverizing holy messenger with blade inspired against the city which had for such a long time been Jehovah's abode. From the edge of Olivet, the very spot subsequently involved by Titus and his military, he looked over the valley upon the consecrated courts and porticoes, and with tear-diminished eyes he saw, in dreadful point of view, the dividers encompassed by outsider hosts. He heard the track of armed forces marshaling for war. He heard the voice of moms and youngsters sobbing for bread in the assaulted city. He saw her heavenly and wonderful house, her castles and pinnacles, given to the flares, and where once they stood, just a pile of seething vestiges.