Jesus entered into Jerusalem in triumph, but a strange god was there: the pride of Pharisaism. The Pharisees were religious and proper, but Jesus saw straight through them: “You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean” (Matthew 23:27).
What is it that blinds me in my day? Do I have a strange god—not a disgusting monster, but a mindset that rules and dominates me? More than once, the Lord has brought me face-to-face with this strange god, but instead of yielding to the Lord, I scraped through. Now I am still in the strange god’s possession, still blind to the thing that would bring me peace.
“If you, even you, had only known …” These words imply culpability; God holds us responsible for what we do not see. It is appalling that we can be in the place where the Spirit of God should be ruling us and still be increasing our condemnation in his sight.
“Now it is hidden from your eyes.” God goes directly to the heart, and the tears of Jesus follow. The terrible sadness of the might-have-been! God never reopens doors that have been closed. He opens other doors, but he reminds us that there are doors we’ve shut that need never have been shut.
Never be afraid when God brings back the past. Let memory have its way. It is a minister of God, with its rebuke and sorrow. God will turn the might-have-been into something wonderful in the future.
