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!"

How often do those idols that once plagued my life try to tempt me with a false sense of promised enjoyment? They promise sensual pleasure, a lifting of responsibilities, material wealth, status, a life on indolence. But nothing compares to the peace, righteousness and joy in the Holy Spirit that is life in Your Kingdom.