Psalms 137 and a Perspective on What’s Happening in America:
By the waters of Babylon,
There we sat down and wept
When we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
We hung up our lyres.
For there our captors
Required of us songs,
And our tormentors, mirth saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
How shall we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?
The Psalm is as if a lament, as if a funeral dirge. “By the waters of Babylon, we sat down and wept.” And how does one sing in the Lord’s song when homeland is destroyed and lost? Perhaps you have felt some twinges of such grief and alienation in America in the Year of our Lord 2020 and in the midst of a pandemic.
But mind you also,
The earth is the LORD’s and the fulness thereof,
The world and those who dwell therein;
If the earth is the Lord’s; then, perhaps, there is no foreign land? The aggrieved and resentful are not apt to consider Psalms 24 or the Sermon on the Mount. Those who would sing Psalms 137 are resentful, angry and vengeful. They will joyful sing Psalms 137. Picking up Verse 5, Psalms 137.
If I forget you, O Jerusalem,
Let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth,
If I do not remember you,
If I do not set Jerusalem
Above my highest joy. Psalms 137: 5 & 6
In case you didn’t get it, last two lines here could be translated, “If I do not set my country above my highest joy, which is in effect to make “my country” God. Of course, there’s nothing dangerous in doing that.
My thought here is that perhaps Psalms 137 can provide a perspective, a frame of reference for understanding what is happening in American, in September of the year 2020; and incidentally we are not talking about holding up your Bible for a photo op.
To be continued; in the meantime, perhaps you could look up Psalms 137 and read the last few verses of this Psalm. They may not know it or own it; but many Americans and their high priest are willfully and joyfully singing this Psalm.