The Rivers of Babylon: Sing the Lord's Song in This Strange Land

Okay, here we are in a captivity. What are we going to do? To change the wickedness of this ignorance, it is required of us mirth (Bullinger Companion Bible, Psalm 137 margin note). I appreciate authors Brent Dowe and Trevor McNaughton's insight, incidental as it may be: it sounds as though they sang, "By the rivers of Babylon, where He sat down, and there He wept when He remembered Zion." Give it a listen, and hear 'he' in the first stanza. This reminds me that He is we; it is the Ineffable who is in captivity. By the way, they believed Him to have been King Far-I, i.e., Haile Selassie of Ethiopia, which He certainly was.

Carried away here (death as it were), we are to sing--imagine, pray, meditate, and consider--that we are there, in the freedom of life in Heaven, with joy, praise, and thanksgiving. For this is an illusion. A damn good one, but a passing illusion. So, "Let the words of our mouths and the meditation of our hearts be acceptable in Thy sight here tonight" (end of Psalm 19). Remember, our imagining is God's becoming, so sing His song.

The Melodians https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4tAb5rYRXvs

Boney M https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vz6LRBLPKSM
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