Is it nothing to you, all you who pass by?
Look and see
if there is any sorrow like my sorrow,
which was brought upon me,
which the LORD inflicted
on the day of His fierce anger.
In the book of Lamentations, Jeremiah was distraught over the destruction of the abiding place of the holy God of Israel. God’s holiness would not allow Him to look the other way any longer. He simply had to punish Jerusalem for all of her iniquity. This included the destruction of the temple of the living God, the place from where His own name was proclaimed, Psalm 132:13-14. As Jeremiah cried out in anguish, he realized that not everyone who looked upon this situation did so with his eyes. Some viewed the destruction of Jerusalem like they would any other city. To them, this was just another political page in history. It was the downfall of some country who would now be subservient to another country.
Jeremiah cries out in Lamentations 1:12, “Is it nothing to you, all who pass by?” To Jeremiah, the people of his day were just walking by like nothing of significance had taken place. Don’t you understand? This is something of monumental proportions. This isn’t just any city. This isn’t just any temple. This is the city of the living God.
The Son of God was led to the place of destruction. God’s holiness would no longer allow Him to hold back. He simply had to punish the sinfulness of mankind. That punishment would be poured out upon the Son of God, the dwelling place of the very deity. As the disciples tell the story in the four gospels, they record the reaction of those who pass by. Many accounted this as just another page in history. This was the death of another victim of politics. This was the downfall of some great religious leader.
Let us hear the spirit of Jeremiah who cried out, “Is it nothing to you, all who pass by?” This is not just another man. This is not just any other death. This is the Most High God bleeding and dying for mankind. This is something of monumental proportions. This isn’t just another routine crucifixion. This is redemption. This is salvation. This is the judgment against sin.
Clay pots sat on the shelf. They had been formed by the Maker for a specific purpose. The Maker had intended all along for these clay pots to bear His image upon their visage and to contain His glory. The clay pots didn’t like being manipulated. They decided they would determine their own destiny. “We don’t want your hand over us any longer.” In His wrath, the Maker grabbed His hammer. This was not a tool for carving. This was a tool of destruction. The clay pots trembled. Then the hammer had done its work. Blood poured out of the Maker’s hand upon the clay pots. The transformation had begun. The image of the Maker appeared on the visage of the clay pots, and His glory filled them to the brim. Permit this very inadequate analogy to help you see how we as useless clay pots are blessed to have a Maker who would die for us rather than crush us. It is His image and His glory that determines our worth, II Corinthians 4:7.
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