"The Prophet Jeremiah" by Marc Chagall, 1968
There are some who would connect current events in this country with these passages about the Israel of Jeremiah’s day. Both nations chosen by God forsake the tried and true Jehovah for false (little g) gods and subsequently pay the price as (big G) God stews in silence and then vents in violence. I don’t buy it and Lord forgive me if I’m wrong but I don’t think the God who goes to the cross rejects, loathes, spurns or dishonors anyone, let alone those who actually believe in (big G) God. On the other hand there are times in our individual and collective lives when our apostasies are many and loving to wander we do not restrain our feet from places that corrupt. When our wandering leads us into lost and lonely places it seems to us as it did to Jeremiah; God is a stranger in the land, a traveler turning aside for the night, a mighty warrior who cannot give help. Looking for peace we find no good, yearning for healing we find terror instead until at last we come to our senses and stop rejecting, loathing, spurning and dishonoring God returning to the One who is our hope and our Savior in times of trouble, especially when the trouble is trouble we have created for ourselves.