Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together, as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing (Luke 13:34).
A tiny teardrop-shaped church on the side of the Mount of Olives faces Jerusalem. It was built on, or near, the place where Jesus looked out over the city and wept and, so, is called Dominus Flevit, the Lord wept.
That day for Jesus began joyously. He rode on a donkey across the Mount of Olives and down through the Kidron Valley, then up to Jerusalem. Friends and followers gathered around, rejoicing and laying palms before him. But that first Palm Sunday held sadness, too, from the early hours.
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