How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land.

When sons of Jacob sold their brother Joseph to the Egyptian traders,they unknowingly sold a generation of Israelites including themselves to slavery.God with the father's heart ,reached out to them and raised up an unknown man named Moses to lead them out.Men did it time and again ,are doing it time and again making choices that will lead them to Babylon.......when they have realised where they are they have cried out to God and God in his mercy has found a way out for us.
This morning suddenly a song from BoneyM..by the rivers of Babylon....came to my mind.
I have sung it so many times in my life but today it took on a new meaning .....
'By the rivers of Babylon..there we sat down...hey how we wept when we remembered Zion,
Let the wicked carry us away captivity,requiring from us a song,how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land..'
We make choices...and we make choices...we choose Babylon with it's glitter and might...till one fine day we find ourselves slaves in a strange land.
We are weeping by the banks of the rivers of Babylon....remembering Zion....
Be careful of what you strive for,what you aspire for...some things may look glossy and nice but it will lead to death.
Choose life...choose Zion and live and flourish in the land of promise.

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