Readings for today: Jeremiah 51, Psalms 137
Today’s reading is a gut-wrenching one. It is a song sung from the perspective of those recently exiled to Babylon. Force-marched over 900 miles, they arrive at the Euphrates. Held captive and enslaved, they have lost all hope. They had just witnessed the destruction of their entire way of life. They come to the waters of Babylon and they sit and they weep. Their cries fill the air. They share their memories of better days when they walked the streets of Zion. They are so heartbroken, they long to hang up their instruments and sing no more but their captors force them. Adding insult to injury, they mock them saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” Sing us one of the songs of deliverance. Tell us stories about the God who abandoned you in your hour of greatest need. It is an incredibly heartbreaking scene.
It reminds me of so many conversations I’ve had with different people from around the world who’ve undergone similar suffering. North Korean refugees. Survivors of genocide in Rwanda. Victims of starvation in South Sudan. Those who escaped child slavery in the Lord’s Resistance Army in Uganda. The persecuted in Ethiopia or China. Their stories bring tears to your eyes. Their raw emotion is moving. And perhaps the most amazing part about it all is their miraculous capacity to forgive.
Psalm 137 doesn’t end with forgiveness. Quite the opposite. It ends with a terrible request, “O daughter Babylon, soon to be devastated! How blessed will be the one who repays you for what you dished out to us! How blessed will be the one who grabs your babies and smashes them on a rock!” (Psalms 137:8-9 NET) It is horrifying and yet it is as honest and real as it gets. By including it in the canon of Scripture, God is not promising to answer such prayers as much as letting us know He listens to them. No matter how dark our prayers become. No matter how angry we get. Even if we lace our prayers with profanity and frustration. God hears them. God welcomes them. God is a big boy and can handle all we can throw at Him. He is not afraid to get down into the muck and mire. He’s not afraid to dig through the manure pile that our lives can become. He is with us in the midst of the deepest heartaches and terrible tragedies. It doesn’t matter whether we find ourselves in Jerusalem or Babylon. At home or in exile. Feeling blessed or cursed. God is there. We can talk to Him. We can share our deepest thoughts and emotions with Him. We don’t need to be ashamed. We don’t need to hide. He is our Father and He understands our fears.
Readings for tomorrow: No devotionals on Sundays