𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

Coach Dee
Jul 6
2 min read

“How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange and foreign land?”

— Psalm 137:4 AMP

“Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.”

— Bishop Desmond Tutu

We are living in a time when the ground beneath us feels foreign and unfamiliar. The headlines change daily, but the sense of instability remains. Division. Injustice. Deception. It’s enough to make even the most faithful heart feel heavy. Like the exiles in Babylon who penned Psalm 137, we may find ourselves asking, “How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land?”

And yet, we must.

Even when the world feels upside down, we cannot afford to go silent. Yes, it’s tempting to disconnect. To mute the noise. To log off and shut down. But our voices matter. Our truth matters. Our witness matters. Now more than ever.

To sing in a strange land is not naïve; it’s defiant hope. It’s a refusal to let fear, chaos, or oppression have the final word. Singing doesn’t mean ignoring the pain; it means declaring that God is still present despite it.

We don’t always have to shout. Sometimes our song is a whisper, sometimes it’s a cry, sometimes it’s a declaration of justice and joy. And sometimes, when one of us gets too weary to sing, another picks up the tune until we catch our breath. This is the power of community. We take turns. We lift one another. But we never stop singing.

Because our song is more than melody; it’s resistance. It’s remembrance. It’s a sacred act of faith that says, "We still believe. We still care. We still fight. We still hope."

We may not all be activists on the front lines, but each of us has a role to play. Maybe your voice speaks truth at the dinner table. Maybe your song is a prayer at dawn, or a vote cast in November, or a post that reminds your network to care again. However, your voice shows up, let it.

This strange land needs the sound of God’s people rising up in courage and compassion. Singing when it doesn’t make sense. Singing even when the laws are unjust. Singing when truth is twisted. Singing so that hope is heard above the noise.

So yes, the land may be strange. The times may be volatile. But we still have a song.

And as long as we keep singing, we will never be silenced.