Mesech
Woe is me, that I sojourn in Mesech, that I dwell in the tents of Kedar! Psalm 120:5
Recently the fellowship experienced an upheaval, a shift in the leadership. What had been a dwelling in Zion, now seemed a Mesech. And so the harps were hung upon the willows and there was a longing for the Ivory Palaces. And so there is a striking out in the wilderness, in search. Little do we realize the futility, for the fire by night did not move, but we did.
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