What does it take to move you from apathy to action? You know those late night commercials with children and animals in need? Or St. Jude's hospital? Which commercials do you have to leave the room otherwise you would max your credit card and empty your bank? What news stories get you out of your chair and onto the street or into a school or gathered with a group of people setting forth to make things right?

For Jeremiah - it was no longer just The Woman's suffering - it became personal. Because I want you to be able sleep tonight, I will not read or even summarize the verses. As the Narrator watched this pain and suffering and loss unfold he could not remain on the outside - he stepped forward - his words softening - his eyes crying - his suffering visible.

At first, Jeremiah found himself praying for The Woman. Then he found himself being a pastor to The Woman. He went from narrating her sins - to walking beside her - crying out to God for her and searching for a way for her to be redeemed. Jeremiah became a pastor instead of a prophet.

500 years ago someone supposedly asked Martin Luther what he would do if he knew he was going to die tomorrow. Luther replied, "I'd plant an apple tree." When they asked why he would do such a crazy thing - he said, "it was on my list for today." Luther was saying - if it was important enough for me to do - then it doesn't matter whether I get to enjoy the fruit or not - someone will - and that is enough for me.

As believers - our life is always about buying a piece of land or planting an apple tree because we are theological optimists. Our hope is not naive - nor is it the easy way out as some suggest. In fact, it is the hard way out. C.S. Lewis, in his work, The Problem of Pain, notes, "love may cause pain to its object, but only on the supposition that the object needs alteration to become fully lovable."

The Woman of Lamenations represents all of us. We are so proud of being God's people - all the things we said and did in Jesus' name. We are the chosen - the saved - the redeemed. And yet if we step outside of our churches and put down our crosses and Bibles and prayers and see ourselves from the world's view - what do we look like? Are we the Bride of Christ - or the Bride of Frankstein?