Jesus had just been saying some mysterious things about the final advent of the Son of Man—a time when we will desire to see him, but will not be able, a time of false signs, scoffers, and the indifferent.
There’s an essay by C. S. Lewis that I have, ever since I first read it as a teenager, always remembered at some of the more frustrating moments of my life, moments especially of interpersonal aggravation.