Ezra 1-3
It must have been a hard seventy years in Babylon. But now the Israelites were home. Not only that, but they had the blessing of the king of Persia to rebuild the temple in Jerusalem. This wasn’t just freedom from the chains of captivity, it was the freedom to finally worship God without fear of death.
The first thing they did was to build altars, and sacrifice their offerings to the Lord. I can imagine the excitement because they all knew without the shedding of blood there is no forgiveness of sin. Blood was finally shed. Praise the Lord!
Then after everyone was resettled in their homes, the building of a new temple on the original site began. When the foundation was laid, a worship service was held. Lots of singing. Lots of praise. Lots of joy.
And lots of tears. The old guys, those who had lived in Israel before the captivity seventy years earlier wept. I’ve heard some sermons condemning them for holding onto tradition, resisting change. I think that’s unfair. The Bible doesn’t tell us what those tears were about except to say the people remembered the temple that was.
Personally, I think these old folks were sad knowing the contemporary temple would be inferior to the temple they had known, and I think they longed for the good old days.
(Sigh)
