The Cry of The Trumpet

In an age where clarity is rare and wisdom mocked, those who see are left with three choices: To rage at the folly, To laugh at the absurdity, Or to weep at the loss of reason. Rage consumes, and laughter often emboldens the fool. But sorrow—sorrow may yet soften a heart. We cannot compel the foolish to wisdom, Nor halt the mirth that multiplies ignorance. Yet tears may plant a seed. For in lament, there is truth. In sorrow, a pause. And in that pause, perhaps—repentance. ————— Ecclesiastes 7:3–4 — “Sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of face the heart is made glad. The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of mirth.” Jeremiah 9:1— “Oh that my head were waters, and my eyes a fountain of tears, that I might weep day and night for the slain of the daughter of my people!” Luke 19:41–42 — “And when he drew near and saw the city, he wept over it, saying, ‘Would that you, even you, had known on this ...