Read: Matthew 11:16-19
We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn. (v. 17)
Imagine a pouting, petulant child who does not want to play any game you suggest. Want to play with your blocks? No. Want to play with your trains? No. Coloring books? No. It doesn’t matter what activity you suggest, the petulant child refuses to go along.
“To what shall I compare this generation?” says Jesus. You are like petulant children, that’s what. In a pouty, little-boy voice—at least that’s how I imagine it—Jesus mimicked children calling to one another, “We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge, and you did not mourn.” No matter how God reached out to the people, they wouldn’t respond. God sent the austere John the Baptist, and people said he was demon-possessed. God sent his very own Son, and people said he was a glutton and a drunk. There was just no satisfying these people.
Are we all that different? The pastor is either too young or too old, too conservative or too liberal. The worship style is too high or too low. If the church speaks out, it is meddling in politics; if it stays quiet, it is boring and irrelevant. We don’t dance, and we refuse to mourn. And Jesus calls us children—pouty, obstinate, petulant children.
Our response to God’s love is not a game to play when we are in the mood. “Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all.” —Lou Lotz
Prayer: Lord, I give myself to you.