Tears of Exile

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Hello, my friend… so glad you're with me today. This is By God's Call — day 201, Tears of Exile.

"By the waters of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion." Psalm 137:1.

This is one of the rawest verses in the entire psalter. No spiritual varnish, no attempt to dress up the pain. It's people sitting by a foreign river, weeping openly, because they remembered home. They remembered the temple. They remembered Zion, the place where God's presence dwelt in a visible, tangible way — and now they're far away, exiled, in a land that isn't theirs.

Notice they don't hide that pain. They don't pretend everything's fine just because they're the chosen people. No forced smile here. They sit down and weep. And the beautiful thing is that God let this be written, preserved, sung across generations. That pain wasn't shame — it was truth laid before God.

And there's something powerful in that phrase "when we remembered Zion." Remembering, there, was itself a form of prayer. They weren't just nostalgic — they were turning their hearts back toward the place of God's presence, even though they couldn't physically return. Their longing was, at its core, a cry.

Have you ever felt that way? Sitting by a river you didn't choose, in a season of life that feels like exile — it might be an illness, a loss, a stretch of loneliness, a job that drains you, a relationship that hurts. And there, you remember what it was like to walk close to God, to feel His presence more clearly. And the longing aches.

I want to tell you something, gently: that pain is not a lack of faith. The most faithful psalmists in the Bible wept without shame before God. And God didn't pull away from them because of it — He kept their tears as sacred Scripture.

Even in Babylon, God did not abandon His people. He was there, listening to every tear by the river, preparing the way home that would only be fulfilled later. The pain of exile was not the end of Israel's story — it was a passage.

So if today you're in your own Babylon, I want to invite you to do what the psalmists did: sit by your river, and instead of pretending to be strong, weep before God. Name the place where you feel that longing. Hand it to Him, in prayer, without disguise.

God sees you there. And He will not leave you exiled forever.

Stay close to God. Pray — then act. I'll see you tomorrow, my friend.