By the rivers of Babylon— there we sat down and there we wept when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there we hung up our harps.
For there our captors asked us for songs, and our tormentors asked for mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Jerusalem, let my right hand wither!
Let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy. (Psalm 137:1-6, NRSV)
Have you ever been someplace you maybe didn’t want to be? And you longed to be somewhere else?
As long as you have the memory of the place you long for, it is always a part of you. And it is always with you.
Where have you gone and longed to go back home?
And where are we longing to be this Advent season? Where do we wish we could go that would help us better to wait on our coming Savior?