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Psalms 87 — God claims His enemies' kids as His own
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nocap.bible editorialThis is one of the shortest , but it goes HARD. The Sons of wrote a song — not about a person, but about a city. isn't just a location on a map. It's where God chose to put His name, His presence, His home base.
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And what comes next is wild: God starts claiming people from enemy nations as His own. No borders. No restrictions. Everyone gets born into the family.
The psalm opens with a flex — but it's not flexing. It's God flexing ON . He founded it. He chose it. Out of every place descendants ever settled, the Lord loves the gates of Zion more than all of them.
"Built on the holy mountain, chosen by God Himself. The Lord loves Zion's gates more than every other place in Israel. People can't stop talking about you, city of God."
That "" at the end? That's the ancient version of "let that sit for a second." God didn't just build a city — He picked a home. 🏔️
Here's where it gets lowkey mind-blowing. God starts listing nations — not allies, but ENEMIES. (that's Egypt, not the person). . . . (modern-day /Sudan). These are nations that oppressed, conquered, and clashed with for centuries.
"Among those who know Me, I'm putting Egypt and Babylon on the list. Philistia, Tyre, Cush — 'This one was born there,' they'll say. But about Zion? 'This one AND that one were born in her.' Because the Most High Himself will establish her."
God is basically saying: people from every nation get to claim as their birthplace. The city of God isn't exclusive — it's where everyone who knows Him gets citizenship. That's energy before the even existed. No cap. 👑
This one verse paints a picture of God as the ultimate record-keeper. He's not just welcoming people in — He's writing it down. Official. Permanent.
"The Lord records it as He registers the peoples: 'This one was born there.'"
Another . Another pause. Let the weight of that hit — God Himself is updating the registry, and He's adding names from every nation. Your identity isn't about where you came from. It's about where God says you belong. 💯
The psalm ends the way it should — with a party. Singers, dancers, everyone joining in with one declaration.
"Singers and dancers alike say, 'All my springs are in you.'"
"All my springs" — meaning every source of life, , refreshment, everything that sustains you — it all flows from the city of God. This isn't just a place to visit. It's the source. The origin. The wellspring of everything that matters. ✨