Son of man, with one blow I am about to take away from you the delight of your eyes. Yet do not lament or weep or shed any tears. Groan quietly; do not mourn for the dead. Keep your turban fastened and your sandals on your feet; do not cover your mustache and beard or eat the customary food of mourners. -Ezekiel 24: 15b-17, NIV
That is, until Ezekiel lost the light of his eyes.
Ezekiel's pride and joy, her other comforter in times of trouble, knew what consequences they would face when she married him, but she did it anyway...Because in her heart, she knew that they would overcome them...together. But now, Ezekiel has nothing to comfort him. He cannot mourn. He cannot grieve. He cannot ask harpists or dress with sackcloths and throw dust of himself, invoking pity in the hearts of the people. He had to keep walking with his head up high, and not even shed a tear.
The day after the death, Ezekiel kept walking. Everyone knew his wife died, but scratched their heads and thought, “This dude is weird.” People were afraid to be near him, thinking that someone who had the guts to not shed tears for his wife has something wrong with his brain. But he kept walking, walking, walking to the Temple, Israel's pride and joy.
God revealed to him like a movie: he saw the Temple raped by foreigners. He saw the uncircumcised ram through the doors and steal their gold and silver. He saw how the high priest was murdered, and his children taken away. He saw poverty, horror, orphanages and destruction. And the people were crying out, “He was right! He was right! Where is He!? Where is God!?!?”
Ezekiel wanted to shed a tear. But then he remembered, he shook his head, and continued marching on.