“Jerusalem, O Village of Peace!” he cried out loud for all to hear. “You who kill the prophets and stone to death the ones sent to you! How I have longed to gather your children together, like an eagle gathers her young under her wings, but you would not have it.
So let your hearts be glad and jump for joy, for you will be honored in the spirit-world above. You are like the prophets of old, who were treated in the same way by your ancestors.
“Finally, the vineyard owner had only one more that he could send—his much-loved son. So, last of all, he sent his own son to them. “‘They will respect my son,’ he said to himself.