What a great analogy of your grandmother’s recollection to an experience in light of the Ezra 3:12 words. I could spend a week digging into the nuances and implications of the collective weeping and rejoicing and weeping-rejoicing. I can only begin to imagine the heaviness of that moment, feeling both the presence and reverence of God so … crisply. And for those old enough to have lived through it all – their city ravaged, forced displacement, and the redemptive rebuilding of the original temple in which they worshiped. There is so much here. It’s so good!
