We have two types of religious leaders: those who enjoy taking charge, and those who would like to be left alone. Jeremiah was of that latter type. A gentleman who
enjoyed relaxing with his peers, Jeremiah was called to be a prophet, and it turned to sorrow for him.
He complained, “You duped me Lord, and I let myself be duped. You were too strong for me, and you triumphed. All the day I am the object of laughter; everyone mocks me.
The word of the Lord has brought me derision and reproach all the day.
I say to myself, I will not mention him. I will speak in his name no more. But then it becomes like fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones;
I grow weary holding it in. I can not endure it.”
When he did speak up, and Jerusalem wearied of his warnings, they did something to that gentle soul that breaks your heart.
They dropped him down a cistern that had three feet of mud into which he sunk waste deep. Passers by amused themselves shouting down or spitting on him.
The world was not to witness a like humiliation until Jesus was crucified between two thieves.
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