Mocked by captors. Told to perform like you used to perform at home. Ridiculed because the once glorious nation has been brought to its knees and the city with the symbol of your allegiance to the God who delivered you is left in smithereens. How can you sing indeed.
Much weeping is indeed the right response. You remember where you were and where you are now. It’s not where you belong. Meanwhile those who captured you laugh you to scorn. “Where is your God now?” they gloat. So much for the conqueror of the Egyptians. So much for the one who defeated the Philistines. Where is He now?
Yet even in the weeping of Babylon, there is a connection to that same God who has not forsaken the people in exile. Those who mock today will weep tomorrow as those who weep in the night find joy in the morning. They find the joy because they know even in exile they know where they belong and to Whom they belong.
That’s why it’s important to remember where you belong. They may mock you now, but never forget where you belong. The city of God, the place where He dwells, is where you belong. The place of His presence is your home. There is the hope that as a pilgrim and a stranger making your way through, you are always on your way home where you belong, to Whom you belong.
We can find home in Him and until we’re wholly His, we’re waiting and sometimes weeping, but there is the expectation. The expectation that one day …
For His Name’s Sake
C. L. J. Dryden