Harp Hanging?
There on the poplars we hung our harps, (Ps 137:2)
The nation of Israel was now in beautiful Babylon but also in captivity and had lost heart, they 'had hung up their harps' ... the songs of their souls had departed.
Tears in beautiful places can flow as readily as tears in barren places.
Sadness, even depression, knows no geographical boundaries.
Pain is as possible in paradise as distress is in a desert.
The Israelites' lament over what they have lost -- even Babylon is no salve for a missed Jerusalem. Their captivity was far too lofty and daunting for them, it had become a mountain to them.
God's people are literally in a place they do not want to be. They give up! They have failed their faith.
Music was absent from their souls, no cheer was on their lips. Vengeance is even on their mind (see vs 8-9).
When I too am in a place I do not want to be surely this must be the time to move mountains by faith rather than permit the mountains to move me.
Pain is as possible in paradise as distress is in a desert.
The Israelites' lament over what they have lost -- even Babylon is no salve for a missed Jerusalem. Their captivity was far too lofty and daunting for them, it had become a mountain to them.
God's people are literally in a place they do not want to be. They give up! They have failed their faith.
Music was absent from their souls, no cheer was on their lips. Vengeance is even on their mind (see vs 8-9).
When I too am in a place I do not want to be surely this must be the time to move mountains by faith rather than permit the mountains to move me.
I tell you the truth, if anyone says to this mountain, 'Go, throw yourself into the sea,' and does not doubt in his heart but believes that what he says will happen, it will be done for him (Mk 11:23)
Harp hanging is me being moved by the mountains, harp playing is me moving the mountains.
Continue to play the harp and delight as the mountains begin to dance away.
ENJOY - Faith always beats fear