We hung our harps
Upon the willows in the
midst of it.
For there those who carried us away captive asked of
us a song,
And those who plundered us requested mirth,
Saying, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion! How shall we
sing the LORD's song
In a foreign land?
If I forget you, O
Jerusalem,
Let my right hand forget its skill!
If I
do not remember you,
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my
mouth—
If I do not exalt Jerusalem
Above my chief joy. Psalm 137:2-6
This describes the bitterness of exile
into which God forced
Judah. Have we ever felt this way? Have we sighed and cried for the
abominations of the church? That is what the Judeans who really learned the
lesson of the exile did. It absolutely broke them down. They had to sit down
and weep.
There is something to exile, to scattering, that God finds
very good. It is not all grief. We know that God does nothing that is not
for our good - either immediately or ultimately. One of the results of
exile, if a person responds to it, is repentance, which is what God is
looking for.
He wants our grief to be turned, as Paul says (II Corinthians
7:8-11), into zeal, into putting our whole hearts into our sorrow and
then into the fruit that can be built from it. He wants us to get angry that
we allowed things to go so far and to clear it out. Anger can be used to
scour away sin, to be righteously indignant. We can use it like
Drano® to clear the pipes and then direct that zeal to become
righteous and holy once again, to do the things that God commands.
God will do whatever it takes to get us on the same page with Him, and if
it means turning our lives upside down, turning us inside out, He will do it
because He loves us. He still has us in the palm of His hand. We are still
the apple of His eye, but He is not like a modern liberal who will not
punish. He is a God who knows how to produce sons and daughters, and
sometimes the worst punishments produce the best results. If He thinks the
punished person will cooperate and learn the lesson, God is willing to take
it that far.

No comments:
Post a Comment