Text: My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things, I pour out my soul in me: for I had gone with the multitude, I went with them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, with a multitude that kept holyday. (Psalm 42:3-4)

Tweet: When God is hidden and foes harangue, the tears of one’s presently perceived divine abandonment and human accosting precipitate heartfelt prayers, especially when one remembers past participation with the people of God in the praise of God at the house of God.