The Rabbi

Perhaps the greatest chapter in the book, the entire book that is. I have spent much time here lately, though not yet in Hebrew, as its passion may just overwhelm. The following, several thoughts attempt to understand the relationship among G-d, his people, rebellious though they be, and the prophet, whom G-d stuck in between.

I, Jeremiah, have seen G-d
I, Jeremiah, suffer with my people and because of my people
The drought, of course from G-d, seeks not just to get our attention but to affect our behavior
It has our attention, not our behavior
We cry to G-d
of course he hears, but he does not respond
I, Jeremiah, confess these sins
LORD, we are your people
You brought us up from Egypt
Continually forgave our wilderness complaints
Feed us, clothed us, though we rejected your land
You sent us the corrective prophets, the penitent priests
You let us hear David's heart
learn from Solomon's wisdom
But we became a rebellious house
Baal, Asherah, the Queen of heaven
these gods are ours
Yet we worship you at your house
Our sacrifices go up to you daily
Do not our prayers even now fill your ears?

Rejection, rejection, rejection
I confess LORD our sins
You name, and only your name, lies close to my lips