Meditation
Gen 18:17 And the LORD said, "Shall I hide from Abraham what I am doing,"

John 13:15 No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not know what his Master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things I have heard from My Father, I have made known to you.

Reflection
The prophetic word of the Lord is a historic reality of God setting apart individuals who will proclaim to the earth the coming activities of God. This is more than the giving of a sermon or a word on a platform. It is an encounter with Holy One that produces in the vessel the very emotions and heart of the Living God. God will use all sorts of voices, believers and unbelievers, to speak timely words into the fabric of society, to bring correction and blessing, yet this is not the commissioning of the prophetic word. The prophetic word carries more than the right philosophical, religious, or political interpretation of the present hour.

The prophetic word is the burden of the Lord where the messenger becomes the message. He or she bears in his or her frame the very tensions of the moment and is invited into the mystery of God Himself, where God displays His glory, the very beauty of the Holy One. The messenger is ruined by the three-fold revelation of the knowledge of God, the depravity of man, and the torrent of divine love that spans the gap between the first two. And in that place the Holy One allows the messenger to feel the ecstasy of the Beautiful and the groan of the ugly. God ushers the vessel into friendship with love Himself where God suffers in love for His name to be glorified and for humanity to be saved.

The prophetic word is for the producing of friends, intercessors. There in the great chasm between God's blazing righteousness and man's fallenness an intercessor is found waiting with Jesus, the God-Man. There love waits and wrestles for God to be heard and man to be pitied. The courageous are found there fighting for God to be adored and man to be accepted. In this holy place one enters into the suffering heart of the Mediator, Jesus, who vindicates His Father's glorious name and atones for the rebellion. This is a holy place, a divine meeting where doors open to deep caverns of divine paradox where God's emotions and economy lead to groans and pleas for triumph and redemption. Blessed is the one who is found waiting here.

Blessed is the one who enters secret chambers where justice and mercy kiss in the bonds of love. Blessed is the one who enters into the divine unity of God's own nature. Justice demands sentence on the trespassers. Blazing righteousness zeroes in on the wicked. Mercy reaches to cover and kindness moves to adorn. In the swirl of God's own passions the intercessor is beckoned in where God prays to God, where the Son asks His Father to forgive them and the Father agrees, crushing the Son with the burden of the masses. The intercessor meets the crucified Jesus at Golgotha's triumph and finds fullness there. God's fullness! And our acceptance into it!

I fear today that prophetic intercession has lost its potency. I fear that we are settling for scattered puzzle pieces, fanciful charms, and dynamic proclamations. The sustaining power of the majesty, the awe is traded for the right combination of insight and words. Moses beckons us to the dark cloud on the mountain where we dare not move, eat, or drink for the desire of the Presence to remain. Isaiah bids us come and behold the King in His glory where lips are cleansed and the soul reaches to fulfill the divine mandate. Daniel calls us to the encounter of the Revealer of Mysteries, where enigmas, riddles, and visions speak of wonders to come, and Jeremiah pleads with us to join the weeping God, where His word enters the bones like a burning fire and exits through the groans of a broken vessel.

Prayer
Oh, God have mercy on us. We desire the intercession of the prophets of old. Do what you must do. But, do not leave us here. The saints beckon us onward and our souls thirst for the inheritance of passionate prevailing prayer. In Jesus Name. Amen.