By the rivers of Babylon,
there we sat down,
yea, we wept,
when we remembered Zion.

How shall we sing
the Lord’s song
in a strange land?

Psalm 137

I think I have a good notion of that kind of struggle.

Last evening I came home from church, having seen a certain non-church event announced on the bulletin board, feeling rather…ah…dismal.

I should have remembered a passage twice-read in the day’s services.

I didn’t.

Until this morning. While reading Psalm 137.

In the morning message yesterday, our pastor included part of Isaiah 55 in his reading.

In the evening devotional, the visiting speaker included all of Isaiah 55 in his reading!

For ye shall go out with joy,
and be led forth with peace….

Instead of the thorn
shall come up the fir tree….

Isaiah 55

O give thanks unto the Lord;
for he is good:
for his mercy endureth for ever.

To him who alone doeth great wonders….

To him which divided the Red sea into parts….

And made Israel to pass through the midst of it….

To him which led his people through the wilderness….

Who remembered us in our low estate….

And hath redeemed us from our enemies….

O give thanks unto the God of heaven:
for his mercy endureth for ever.

Psalm 136

I am thankful for God’s mercy to me — His continuing, ongoing, unending mercy.