Oh Jerusalem

"Disaster comes upon disaster; rumor follows rumor. They seek a vision from the prophet, while the law perishes from the priest and counsel from the elders." - Ezekiel 7:26

This verse, talking about Jerusalem during its fall due to sin, just really rang true to me.

We see disasters all around us - earthquakes, wars, genocides, tsunamis, and pandemics, to name a few.
We hear rumours abounding, about celebrities, politicians and pastors.
We seek spiritual solace from prominent bloggers, speakers, YouTubers, or writers.
Churches and pastors compromise on the uncomfortable parts of the gospel.
The older generations, though they may still desire to do so, no longer give counsel to the newer generation - they are neither valued nor heard.

Jerusalem was a city who felt the hand of God in many ways for many years. She was a city who flourished under the presence of God during the reigns of godly rulers, like David, Hezekiah, and Josiah, and yet, at this point in her history, she had completely forgotten about God and was instead pandering to the idols of the nations and peoples around her.

Foreign gods
Money
Political power
Social status
Acceptance

I want you to re-read that list. Scroll through your Facebook or Twitter feed for the last few months. 

The church is fast becoming the last place people look for spiritual help.

Our society has become increasingly focused on either the earning, receiving, or spreading of money.

How many individuals are currently running for the Republican presidential bid?

How often do we try for the greatest Instagram post, the house with the most curb appeal, the fastest car?

How often does society scream for valuation, whether it's of ideology, lifestyle, or person?

Oh Jerusalem, 

Who saw you in your infancy and had pity on you? 

Who raised you into the full flower of womanhood?

Who entered into covenant with you in full flush of love and affection?

Who provided your every need and adorned you with beautiful stones?

Who fed you with the finest of foods and clothed you with the smoothest of silks?

Oh Jerusalem,

When will you see.