26 As they led Him away, they seized Simon, a Cyrenian, who was coming in from the country, and laid the cross on him to carry behind Jesus. 27 A large crowd of people followed Him, including women who were mourning and lamenting Him. 28 But turning to them, Jesus said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and your children. 29 Look, the days are coming when they will say, ‘The women without children, the wombs that never bore and the breasts that never nursed, are fortunate!’ 30 Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us!’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us!’ 31 For if they do these things when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”
I can kind of imagine the grief of these women. I have been there when someone has died and the tears and lamentation were almost outwith my ability to control. Yet I also do not understand. Here was a man who challenged the way women were viewed by their society, a teacher – a holy man and rabbi – who touched them when they were unclean.
Would they have felt Jesus’ words were words of rejection? or would they have understood that going to the cross was necessary, inevitable, even if oh, so, difficult to bear?
The reality of judgment is one we don’t want to think about very much.
But, I realised that another way to think about these verses is to ask yourselves, if you were heading to your death – a tortuous and brutal death – would you stop to comfort the ‘least of these,’ would you seek to put your death and their lives into perspective?
Do you spend your time, energy, and lamentations (read also: worry) on things that matter?