Summary: In some ways, what was a parable for them, becomes for us an historical lesson. We look back to see that wisdom was indeed exonerated by a growing kingdom that could not have been through force or the means of men. And we see that when we pout and stam
To what then can I compare the people of this generation? What are they like? They are like children sitting in the marketplace and calling out to each other: ‘We played the flute for you, and you did not dance; we sang a dirge and you did not cry.’
"They are like a group of children who complain to their friends, ‘You don’t like it if we play wedding and you don’t like it if we play funeral.’" (Living Bible)
"They’re like spoiled children complaining to their parents, ‘We wanted to skip rope and you were always too tired; we wanted to talk but you were always too busy.’" (The Message, p.135)
They are like a group of spoiled children. Period. Spoiled children need no explaining. We’ve all known someone who’s had some. Maybe you’ve been blessed with some yourself.
The whining. The crying. The foot stamping. The screaming. The Stop, Drop, and Roll drill for which they are trained to respond to only in public and at the sound of the word, "No".
John was the bell and telltale chime of the Ice Cream truck. Jesus is the ice cream man. And in Luke chapter 7 we find him surrounded, in Galilee, by reaching, waving, grabbing, pulling, shoving sticky little hands in the air as one calls out for chocolate and another for strawberry and another for a pop-up and another for star cluster…a butter brickle, a peach charm, a lemon-banana twist…
All Jesus has brought with him - is Chocolate chip.
Oh yes, it’s Deluxe French Chocolate chip.
But that’s just not good enough for the traditionalist who always takes a single dip strawberry cone.
That’s just not good enough for the risk taker who has her heart set on a double dip of cosmopolitan.
It’s just not Chocolate enough for the chocolate lovers, and for the ‘Nilla wafers in the crowd it is polluted with chips of chocolate.
The chunks of chocolate chip are too large, even, for those who enjoy regular chocolate chip. And the vanilla is too genuinely yellow for those who have grown accustomed to bleach white artificially flavored ice cream with absolutely no specks of vanilla bean.
But, I suppose that’s to be expected.
The longer we wait -- The longer we have to dream about it, and imagine -- The more the reality becomes anti-climactic. The Big disappointment—the Big Let-Down.
Some of those U.S. Presidents who are regarded as failures, are remembered that way because of the high tide of expectations that washed them into office. Jackson, Grant, Buchanan, Taft, Harding, Eisenhower, Carter… All pulled back into the sea of historical obscurity by the low tide of reality. For some the office was simply above them. Others discovered that running a country was a lot different than leading an Army. Yet, none of them failed. None of them are what we would call "failures." They just had no intention of doing in office what many imagined they would do. They made hard decisions that were unpopular. In some cases, the challenges of national crises were more than the leadership of one man could overcome in four short years. They were Batman trapped in a plot written for Superman. Batman is fine when you’re facing a mugger in a dark alley, but when gigantic asteroids are plummeting from the sky…