All Along the Watch Tower
"I have posted watchmen on your walls, O Jerusalem; they will never be silent day or night. You who call on the Lord, give yourselves no rest." Isaiah 62:6
I can hear the cadence. The drum beat sounds almost fearful. It forces breath into me. Pounding explodes in my chest. "Kingdom coming! Kingdom coming! It's soon! It's very soon!" These cries of intercession sing through the night.
The angels ask: "Where are those keeping watch through the night? Who is gripping the altar? Where do they kneel unceasing? Are knees aching? Is there a heavenly fire falling? Are warring hosts advancing? Just around the corner will the trumpets blast?
It's time for the hosts of wickedness to be wailing!"
Out of the mist His Spirit descends...weaving in and out and through the streets, homes, factories, offices, farmhouses, skyscrapers, restaurants, and storefronts of society. Intermingled with sinners and hurting who still cry out, "We will reject him."
There's only one army that advances on its knees. It's troops join stooped in secret. There is no tangible battlefield and no stage for generals and no plunder for the victor. The watchmen are all along the tower. Those that allow no sleep to come until they have completed the King's orders. Those awakened in a moment to move and breathe as the Holy Spirit navigates.
Their heart's beat with His. Their cries pierce the heavenlies ascending the throne like incense. Their ears attuned to His whispers. They have a common yearning. The breath of intercession would fill their souls, and the heart of God would be made known to the nations. Scales would fall. Eyes would be opened, hearts softened, and minds enlightened. The church would break open with secretive praying soldiers who worship him in Spirit and in truth.
Watchmen live their lives awaiting the next call to arms. A guard contemplating the next battle, the next move, the next charge, the next flank. The watcher is truly God's friend. There is no limelight, no praise, no pats on the back, no recognition, or glory. Sometimes even little or no evidence of his labors appear. Often, only evidence of need seems clear.and so very much need.
He, who keeps God's work alive, is honored with “work prepared in advance" for him to accomplish through his Lord, Jesus Christ. This bounden duty to intercede for others means no reward or recognition. His chamber is sacred...holy ground...wet with cries for God's people and wet with the dew of heaven.
His sin? Despicable! It looms ever before him; tempting him...taunting him...and at times...seizing him..., so what does this mighty, valiant warrior do? Hits his knees, grabs the altar., and. begins prayer. His ever-increasing awareness of his own sin causes his burden and his love for his brothers and sisters in Christ to ascend heights and depths.
"Deliver us oh Lord, from every sinful and inordinate affection and from the sin that so easily entangles us...by thine agony and bloody sweat...by thy cross and passion, by thy resurrection and ascension...deliver us." - Book Of Common Prayer
"God's purposes and the Church's praying are the combination of all potent and omnipotent forces." - E.M. Bounds
The watchmen knows he stands at the door of eternity, and it is his unceasing, spirit-filled, Word-centered praying that unites the purposes of heaven and the hope of God's created. He is captivated with the weightiness of his God-given responsibility.
As the faithful climb their watchtower post, might these words be overheard. "Make me your watchman oh Lord; share with me the secrets of heaven, the yearnings of Your heart. May Your heart beat like a cadence in mine. May your heart beat like a cadence in your people. Help us to hear the mighty drums that lead the charge of your advancing Kingdom and may the unquenchable fire of God burn in my heart as I pray."