You Were Unwilling

Walking along, I saw the baby chicks with their mother.

They were there, right where she wanted them.

Right where they were supposed to be….

 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, who kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to her! How often I wanted to gather your children together, the way a hen gathers her chicks under her wings, and you were unwilling.

—Matthew 23:37

 

 

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