I've been thinking about mourning lately. I didn't realize that might be strange until I just typed those words. Mostly, I've been thinking that we (and when I say "we" I mostly mean "I") don't know how to mourn properly. We don't let ourselves feel the depth of our pain, but, perhaps more concerning, we don't know how to move in an out of periods of mourning.
The prophet Zechariah spoke to the believers in exile. I must admit, I have not studied the exile as much as I have studied some other periods of Biblical history. However, I do know that the exile ended. Eventually, the believers moved back to their beloved city and walked its streets once again.
The prophet promised that the return from exile would bring blessing to the believers. Their times of fasting would become times of celebrations. Love and justice would rule their city. People would follow them to experience the same blessing they saw in the lives of the believers.
Seeing our streets filled once again may be a concept many of us relate to more than we did a year ago. We long to leave the safety of our homes and begin to do life out in our home towns, to see the elderly with their canes, and to hear the young playing again. While I feel that longing for my physical life, perhaps I feel it more in my spiritual lives.
Oh, God, allow us to return from our spiritual exile and do not let us fear Your blessing.
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