5 If I forget you, Jerusalem,
may my right hand forget its skill.
6 May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth
if I do not remember you,
if I do not consider Jerusalem
my highest joy. Psalm 137:5-6

I was “back home” in Pennsylvania in February to pay my last respects to my mother at her funeral. I was feeling nostalgic so I decided to take a trip to a spot where I lived for 3 years before the age of six but one that must have left a lasting impression. The photo is what is left of the trailer park. It’s a mere shell of what it once was. I could show you where the row of mailboxes stood, where we sled down the hill back when you could do that, and where I raced around the corner on my bike and got tons of cuts and bruises because I wiped out.

(In no small coincidence, my brother took his son on that same tour and noted the ghost town that it now was. It seemed like it was home to him as well.)

For some reason that little trailer park was “home.” I’ve lived all over the globe, but 52 Hilltop Trailer Park was our home.

The psalm writer, probably King David, understood the importance of home. For Him, though, it was more than just nostalgic. It was where the Almighty had dwelt. It had spiritual significance. And yet it was what he knew and loved.

We, too, should pray for David’s home, Jerusalem. There is still spiritual significance in that little place. It’s where a billion people have targeted their anger, and where God is continuing to prosper.