THE CARPENTER’S CRY
Have you ever been in a church service or meeting of believers engaged in worship where everyone is singing in unified song, something about asking God to come and meet with us?
I have been involved in some of the most utterly amazing meetings like that. A thousand voices lifted in song, dozens of drums beating in varied unison. We cry out to God, “Let it rain! Let it rain! Open the floodgates of heaven and let it rain!”
The other day, I was listening to that very song. It was a live recording, and I was moved to tears listening to the multitude of voices bellowing out this prayer. My heart lifted and swelled in agreement.
And then the strangest vision came to mind gutepotenz.de. I saw Him. The Carpenter. He stood on the earth, His face raised, eyes closed, and arms stretched out to His heavens. And He cried out, “Let it rain! Let it rain! Open the floodgates of heaven and let it rain!”
“This was My prayer first,” He said. “This is My intercession. You have heard My cry and have come into agreement with Me.”
Sometimes I think we think we are stretching and trying to reach God, who we believe is just out of reach. We couldn’t be more wrong. We are crying out and fasting and praying for Him to move. For Him to visit us. For Him to heal us.
The truth is, He is closer than our skin, and this was all His idea to begin with. He came to us before we ever asked. He suffered and bled for us when we had abandoned Him. And He is our Intercessor. He cries out to the heavens and – every now and then – we come into a place where we can hear His prayer and we join in. We lift our hands to His heavens and invite the rest of the story right along side Him.