Sunday Psalms;

A pilgrimage song.

When the LORD changed Zion's circumstances for the better, 

it was like we had been dreaming.

Our mouths were suddenly filled with laughter; 

our tongues were filled with joyful shouts.

Psalms 126:1-2 CEB

A pilgrimage song, a song of journey.

Something shifted in the life of the nation and it felt like waking up from what must've been a bad dream.

And suddenly things were different. 

Maybe you know what that's like, or perhaps you know what it's like to wake up and nothing has changed. 

I wonder how often that had happened before the writer of this song penned these words?

In v4 the writer gives a clue:

LORD, 

change our circumstances for the better, 

like dry streams in the desert waste! 

His story feels like a dry stream in the desert.

No hope of any kind of restoration.

And yet he continues to hold hope (v5);

"Let those who plant with tears reap the harvest with joyful shouts."

There's hope found in our tears. 

The picture seems to be that it's our tears that will restore the stream in the desert, something will flourish from them, somewhere.

And one day all will be made new, when all things are restored, it may well be like waking from a dream. 

A pilgrimage through the desert with only our tears is not the end of the story...

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