I’ve had a tough time figuring out Psalm 87. The opening verses are fine. No problems there. The Lord loves His holy city of Jerusalem and its Mount Zion where the Temple resides. Clear as a bell.

But it’s the next three verses that make me scratch my head, somewhat bemused and befuddled. There’s a list of old enemies of ancient Israel, who claim they were born in Zion, birthed in the sacred city of Jerusalem, in the holy land of Israel. What? How does that happen?

Verses 4-6 portray God as a census taker. As if He’s sitting at a table with a line of people standing before Him. Each one approaches the Lord telling Him where his birth occurred. Some say ‘Egypt’ and ‘Tyre’, others ‘Babylon’ and ‘Cush’, while more spout out ‘Philistia’. All from different parts of the ancient world.

What gives? None of them were born in Jerusalem. Not by a long shot. A bunch of liars? They shouldn’t be. As I’ve thought about it, it’s mainly in the New Testament where my fog lifts and the smoke clears. When you believe in Jesus, and welcome Him into your life, you become a new person (Eph. 2:15). With a new identity (Col. 3:10). Even with a new name (Rev. 2:17). As if you were born and raised as a lifelong citizen of God’s holy city and country. Now that’s amazing, isn’t it?

With Jesus, we’re brand new. Even newer than new. No longer stuck in the past. No longer labeled with a putdown nickname. We’re no longer carting heavy sins on our shoulders. No longer who we used to be. No longer. Thankfully.

So, let’s stop feeling sorry for ourselves. Get up. Show some faith. For a change, trust what Jesus says. Hang onto Him and His Word. After all, you’re brand new in Jesus. A child of the King! Now that’s something to shout about, isn’t it?

Lord Jesus, thank you for making me your own. Amen.