Have you ever found yourself in a foreign place? A place you didn’t choose for yourself but found yourself there due to another person’s choice or circumstances beyond your control?
A job loss?
The loss of money or savings?
A bad diagnosis?
The Israelites found themselves in a strange land, exiled from everything they knew and loved. It’s not like they weren’t warned – a couple of hundred times. They grumbled. They rebelled. They worshiped other gods.
Not too unlike me.
Joshua 23.16 clearly warned…”if you transgress the covenant of the Lord your God, which He commanded you, and go and serve other gods and bow down to them. Then the anger of the Lord will be kindled against you, and you shall perish quickly from off the good land that He has given to you.”
That’s exactly what happened to them – they perished quickly off the good land. They found themselves in Babylon under the rule of pagan king Nebuchadnezzar the Second. (2 Kings 24)
I love the imagery of Psalm 137 (shown in the graphic). The Jews liked music – they wrote music – they played music – they sang music but when they were in Babylon, they stopped and they hung their harps in the willows. Their worship to the one true God, by way of songs, came to an end. They hung their harps.
During the time of their captivity, a prophet named Jeremiah, was in Jerusalem and he wrote a letter to the elders, the priests, the prophets, and all the people whom Nebuchadnezzar had carried away to Babylon (Jeremiah 29.1-3). Scripture tells us (just about) everyone was gone from Jerusalem. The situation was bleak. But, Jeremiah the prophet sent the letter to King Neb the Second and here’s what it said, in a nutshell…
Do the next thing.
Read it for yourself: Jeremiah 29.4-14 (it’s really important to read this and understand the context it was written).
I don’t know where you find yourself today or why you’re there but I know our good, good Father doesn’t want you to stay there forever.
He wants you to sing again. He wants you to write again. He wants you to dance again. He wants you to live again.
Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. Fix your hair. Wipe your face. Wash your hands. Put on shoes. And, tell me…
Where’s your harp?
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For those of you with kids? I encourage you to go over to Jennifer Dukes Lee ‘s house today and read “Gratitude Starts with a P”… An excerpt from the book, Raising Grateful Kids in an Entitled World by Kristen Welch.