On the hill opposite Jerusalem is a tear-shaped church called “Dominus flevit” – the Lord wept.
Photos have often been taken from inside the church, with the cross in the foreground and the Dome of the Rock Mosque in the background.
I remember visiting there with a friend in November 2004. He was volunteering there with a church in Bethlehem and offered me a chance to see another side of the Holy Land – the pain and suffering of the Palestinian people.
A visit with an Israeli religion professor also gave me a chance to see some of the concerns and fears of the Jewish people there.
And so Jesus’ words from Luke 19: 42, struck deep in my heart:
If this day you only knew what makes for peace—but now it is hidden from your eyes.
Here in Honduras in the week before elections, these words also find an echo in my heart.
A few days ago a mayor I know escaped an attack on his car – but a two month old he was taking to a clinic died from the gunshots.
Such a waste of life – and who knows why?
But this is only the tip of the iceberg here – not only the physical violence that takes the lives of so many, usually the poor, but also the violence of poverty that destroys the lives and health of so many, especially children, and keeps people struggling to barely survive.
This morning I ran across a blog post from Creighton University which quoted Pope Francis when he spoke before the migrants at Lampedusa. His words are a good prayer for today.
“Let us ask the Lord for the grace to weep over our indifference, to weep over the cruelty in the world, in ourselves, and even in those who anonymously make socio-economic decisions that open the way to tragedies like this. “Who has wept?” Who in today’s world has wept?”
And, I would add, for whom do you weep?