By Lisa Huddleston
“How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?” (Psalm 137:4)
Do you ever feel as though you are living in a foreign land–okay, a foreign planet even?
I drive down the road and marvel as people speed through stop signs and cut me off just to get one car ahead as we sit at the next red light.
I’m amazed as I try to watch a movie at the local theater while other patrons carry on conversations in full voice without a concern in the world for the rest of us who are trying to hear the film.
And those are the most benign examples I can recount of this foreign land. You don’t need me to name the rest. Watch the news. Read a paper. Step out into the flow. You already know.
We are, and I am living in a foreign land so is it really any surprise that I don’t feel like singing songs of joy? Is it any wonder that I want to hang up my harp and sit and weep as the river of civilization flows by my feet?
Truth be told, seeds of this foreign land are found even within my own heart. So much so that there are times when I’m not sure where I belong.
Am I a citizen of Zion or Babylon? And often (always) the answer is “Yes!”
And still we sing.