The people to whom
these words are addressed have grown weary of hope. They were promised a return
to Zion with singing but when they got home the only song they could
sing was a lament and Lord knows they knew that song by heart. The burning sand
has dried up the promised pool, the haunt of jackals is still just as dangerous
and the ruins they will have to rebuild are inhabited by hostile residents. It
will take more than a fairy tale ending to make Jerusalem hospitable
to the prophet’s vision. And maybe that is how hope works. We might prefer a close
your eyes click your heels three times and no place turns into home but the
greater truth is that hope gets us to believe that not all the songs we
will sing will always be in a minor key. And so the forsaken who have returned
to a desolate land change their tune and start singing as those who are the
delight of the Lord in a land that is married. But what if the prophet’s vision
is beyond our ability to hope? Truth is all the visions of the future are
beyond our ability to hope which is why God sings lead. For Zion’s sake I
will not keep silent.
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