A place of hopelessness

Psalm 77

According to my homiletics professor, there are only two ways to preach a good sermon: either we begin where we are and end in Jerusalem, or we begin in Jerusalem and end on the street where we live.

The words of Psalm 77 come out of the depths of where God’s chosen people are: in exile. Far from home, they find themselves in a hard place where it’s nearly impossible to sing the Lord’s song. This is a place called hopelessness—a region of enormous pain.


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