Psalm 107 has long been significant to me…from some troubled adolescent years in which I indeed “loathed any kind of food and drew near to the gates of death” (verse 18)…to experiences in Sudan where I sensed redemption in how “deserts were turned into springs of water” in both the land and people around me (verse 35).
The entire psalm sings with joy at how God delivers those who call to him out of the abundance of steadfast love.
But I’ve perhaps never had a more meaningful run-in with this psalm than during our Somali-Thanksgiving fusion dinner last Saturday. I’ve gotten to know this refugee family fairly well these last few months, and they over and over again have expressed, in searching English, how much they longed to leave the refugee camp and be here in America…
Let the redeemed of the Lord say so, whom he has redeemed from trouble and gathered in from the lands, from the east and from the west, from the north and from the south.
Some wandered in desert wastes, finding no way to a city to dwell in; hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted within them. They cried to the Lord in their trouble, and he delivered them from their distress. He led them by a straight way till they reached a city to dwell in. Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man! For he satisfies the longing soul, and the hungry soul he fills with good things.
I am thankful this day for home. For belonging. And that I am steadfastly loved.