He will look with favor on the prayers of the homeless;
he will not despise their plea. (Ps. 102:17)
It was the psalmist who said it (Psalm 102:17). Not the New York Times or the Washington Post. Long before the children were separated from their parents at the Mexican border.
I lie awake and groan:
I am like a sparrow, lonely on a house-top. (Ps. 102:7)
The loneliness is known. Expressed. Likened to a small bird alone on some else’s house-top. The plight is seen from the place above every house-top. The groans of the captive are heard on high.
The LORD looked down from his holy place on high;
from the heavens he beheld the earth;
that he might hear the groan of the captive,
and set free those condemned to die… (Ps. 102:19-20)
The voice from the holy place on high echoes among the people who had forgotten who they are. The partisan and the complacent hear the children crying in the Pit of cruelty. They remember their better selves. Because of a national outcry across party lines the separation policy that began six weeks ago comes to a sudden end with an overdue stroke of a pen.
He redeems your life from the Pit;
and crowns you with mercy and loving-kindness. (Ps. 103:4)
The LORD is full of compassion and mercy,
slow to anger and of great mercy. (Ps. 103:8)
Families will no longer be separated at the Mexican border. But 2,300-plus children who have been separated from their parents remain at-large, their identities and whereabouts unknown. Their plight makes America less again.
Every day I turn to psalms for sanity.
Gordon C. Stewart, June 22, 2018