As my wife and I set out to start a new home church we felt called to lead, we search the scriptures and spent time in prayer and thought to discern what we should call it. Eventually, we were lead to Psalm 137 where the psalmist writes:
By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept,
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our lyres.
For there our captors
required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
when we remembered Zion.
On the willows there
we hung up our lyres.
For there our captors
required of us songs,
and our tormentors, mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
The Israelites in captitivity were demanded songs from home, yet too depressed to sing they hung up their instruments in the tree. So, we also allows ourselves to be homesick for our eternal dwelling for an evening. We hang up our lyres in the willow tree. Thus, we decided to call our new community, Willow.
