Psalm 102:14 For your servants love her very rubble, and are moved to pity even for her dust.
We have all seen the remains of a bombed city, building, home, any place that has been destroyed with only dust remaining. And for those of us who have no worries about this happening to our homes, cities, etc. we wonder how anyone can live in such a place. This verse gives us an insight into the how and the why. It’s love. The love of a place called home. The love of a city where one has lived all of ones life. The love of something, somewhere, stronger than any destruction can change. This verse in Psalm 102 is a hymn of people who no longer have a home, no longer have a place to call their own. This is what is called a post-exilic psalm, a written reflection of the people from the southern kingdom of Judah returning home after 70 years in Babylon. And they returned to nothing, to rubble. But their love of this place was strong, so they rebuilt it. ‘For your servants love her very rubble…’ This is a prayer we can offer when we see people living in such conditions as this, as we watch the news sitting in our comfortable homes. And we, too, can be moved to pity, be moved to not only prayer, but to seek ways to support, however small that may seem.
A psalm a day 