The
merrymakers do not want to hear what Jeremiah has to say and even he is getting
tired of being a party pooper. The word that was the joy and delight of his
heart has gone missing like a brook whose waters dry up in the summer heat. Mocked
and discounted as a crazy old coot he lashes out at the Lord who has laid on
him the weight of righteous indignation. But the Lord slow to anger and
abounding in steadfast love has reached the limit of patience with the
protesting prophet and reminds Jeremiah of his place, albeit with a promise.
They will turn to you if you turn to me. No one wants to be a Jeremiah but sometimes
we have to tell a difficult truth and not count the cost, even if in truth
telling we are accused of being false. How then do we know the difference
between a precious word and one that is worthless? The worthless word lets us
be even if that means we are left to be less than were meant to be. The
precious word leads to life and even though preceded by a word of necessary
death (which of course no one welcomes) is still a word for which one is ultimately
grateful.
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