“Jerusalem, Jerusalem, you who kill the prophets and stone those sent to you, how often I have longed to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were not willing. Matthew 23:37
I’m tired! Gather me under your wing, give me rest. I promise I’ll settle down and listen to your voice.
I want to snuggle. I want your love. I want the safety and protection of your wing.
I don’t know why I’m restless. Soothe my fears. I want to hear the call of your prophets.
Why do we act like an angry mob instead of a fluffy flock? Why do we kill the messenger? What makes us so violent?
I want to peep not growl.
Gather your children. We need your wisdom.
Your prophets want to live another day. Help us put down our stones and hear what they have to say.