There is no joy in correction and rebuke.
Ezekiel laments. He sings a song of sadness. He  brackets his lament with an invitation for readers to join him in lament. Take up a lament concerning the princes of 
Do not gloat when sisters are rebuked. Do not rejoice  when brothers are corrected. Instead weep, cry, be broken, lament. How sad it  is. How sad those times are.
Let humility fill you, even break you, when God finds  it necessary to rebuke or correct a brother or sister in Christ.
These are the meditations I have reading the lament of  Ezekiel 19.
Lord, break any  arrogance in me and Lord there is much. I am a sinner, a man of unclean lips  and I live among a people of unclean lips. I am no better than any other.  Forgive me.
I pray in  Jesus’ name, Lord of glory, who suffered the scourger’s whip and  Roman cross to pay for my sins. Amen.
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