Apr 25, 2021 – Prayer Focus
Sunday, April 25, 2021 – The 24/7 National Strategic Prayer Call
“A CALL TO THE WALL…ONE NATION UNDER GOD”
1-712-770-4340 Code: 543555 # (Ongoing call…24 hours a day!)
We begin our hour by praising and giving thanks to God!
“Have you not known? Have you not heard?
The everlasting God, the Lord, The Creator of the ends of the earth, neither faints nor is weary.
His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak,
and to those who have no might He increases strength.
Even the youths shall faint and be weary, and the young men shall utterly fall,
but those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength;
They shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.”
Isaiah 40:28-31
We sing: How Great Thou Art!
Oh, Lord, my God, when I, in awesome wonder consider all the worlds Thy hands have made,
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder, Thy power throughout the universe displayed.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
And when I think that God, His Son not sparing sent Him to die, I scarce can take it in.
That on the cross, my burden gladly bearing, He bled and died to take away my sin.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
When Christ shall come, with shout of acclamation and take me home, what joy shall fill my heart!
Then I shall bow, in humble adoration and then proclaim, my God, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to Thee: How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
How great Thou art, how great Thou art!
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The key assignment for the 24/7 National Strategic Prayer Call is to intercede hourly
for the safety and security of President Donald John Trump,
and to pray for that which pertains to our nation!
We pray for his protection, for our First Lady, Melania, and their marriage
and for all the members of their family.
We cover them all with the Blood of Jesus.
We ask that in every situation and decision, President Trump will be led by the Holy Spirit!
Pray.
The 24/7 NSPC continues to stand for righteousness and justice in our nation,
and together, we affirm Donald Trump as our duly elected President!
Pray.
We bless our Vice President Mike Pence, his wife Karen, and their family.
Pray.
We pray that the evil actions of Joe Biden and Kamala Harris will be exposed
and that they be removed from office!
Pray.
We pray for ourselves and our loved ones, and corporately put on the full armor of God!
We lift up Repeka Nuusa and Deborah Cole…to be healed totally of cancer that is attacking them!
Pray.
Strategic Focus for Sunday
WELCOME THE KING OF GLORY INTO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!
The Battle Spreads Throughout the Nation! KADIMA! – Part 12
“The God of our fathers has chosen you that you should know His will,
and see the Just One, and hear the voice of His mouth.”
Acts 22:14
Late in the evening of April 18, 1775, Paul Revere got word that the British were about to set out on a raid of the Provincial Congress’ military supplies stockpiled in Concord. They also intended to capture two of our Founding Fathers – John Hancock and Samuel Adams – who had taken refuge in the home of Pastor Jonas Clark, in Lexington! Revere was commissioned to ride North and alert the people! He had arranged with fellow Patriots to set two lighted lanterns in the belfry of Boston’s Christ Church…called the Old North Church…and to give him a signal – one lantern to be lit if the British were coming by land and two lanterns lit if they were coming by sea. When he saw two lights, he rode swiftly and in secrecy to Lexington, where he met his brothers in the “Sons of Liberty” (Hancock and Adams) and alerted the local militias and citizens about the impending attack. The rest is HISTORY!
We pray.
- That as Christians, who love the Word of God, we will embrace and begin to love the true history of the United States… founded and brought forth by God to serve His plan and purposes. Pray.
- That we will stand ready to serve “God and Country”… as necessary…selflessly…and that we will protect and defend our beloved nation from all enemies foreign and domestic…forever. Pray.
The following was written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, memorializing Paul Revere and the part he played in the events of that world-changing night. As you read it, imagine yourself there and feel what was taking place in the hearts of these patriots on this powerful day in our nation’s history.
Paul Revere’s Ride
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)
Listen, my children, and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, on the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-Five, hardly a man is now alive who remembers that famous day and year.
He said to his friend, “If the British march by land or sea from the town to-night, hang a lantern aloft in the belfry-arch of the North-Church-tower, as a signal-light, one if by land, and two if by sea; and I on the opposite shore will be, ready to ride and spread the alarm through every Middlesex village and farm, for the country-folk to be up and to arm.”
Then he said “Good night!” and with muffled oar silently rowed to the Charlestown shore, just as the moon rose over the bay, where swinging wide at her moorings lay the Somerset, British man-of-war: a phantom ship, with each mast and spar across the moon, like a prison-bar, and a huge black hulk, that was magnified by its own reflection in the tide.
Meanwhile, his friend, through alley and street wanders and watches with eager ears, ‘till in the silence around him he hears the muster of men at the barrack door, the sound of arms, and the tramp of feet, and the measured tread of the grenadiers marching down to their boats on the shore.
Then he climbed to the tower of the church, up the wooden stairs, with stealthy tread, to the belfry-chamber overhead, and startled the pigeons from their perch on the sombre rafters, that round him made masses and moving shapes of shade,— by the trembling ladder, steep and tall, to the highest window in the wall, where he paused to listen and look down a moment on the roofs of the town, and the moonlight flowing over all.
Beneath, in the churchyard, lay the dead, in their night-encampment on the hill, wrapped in silence so deep and still that he could hear, like a sentinel’s tread, the watchful night-wind, as it went creeping along from tent to tent, and seeming to whisper, “All is well!”
A moment only he feels the spell of the place and the hour, and the secret dread of the lonely belfry and the dead; for suddenly all his thoughts are bent on a shadowy something far away, where the river widens to meet the bay,— a line of black, that bends and floats on the rising tide, like a bridge of boats.
Meanwhile, impatient to mount and ride, booted and spurred, with a heavy stride, on the opposite shore walked Paul Revere.
Now he patted his horse’s side, now gazed on the landscape far and near, then impetuous stamped the earth, and turned and tightened his saddle-girth; but mostly he watched with eager search the belfry-tower of the old North Church, as it rose above the graves on the hill, lonely and spectral and sombre and still.
And lo! as he looks, on the belfry’s height, a glimmer, and then a gleam of light!
He springs to the saddle, the bridle he turns, but lingers and gazes, till full on his sight a second lamp in the belfry burns!
A hurry of hoofs in a village-street, a shape in the moonlight, a bulk in the dark, and beneath from the pebbles, in passing, a spark struck out by a steed that flies fearless and fleet: That was all!
And yet, through the gloom and the light, the fate of a nation was riding that night; and the spark struck out by that steed, in his flight, kindled the land into flame with its heat.
He has left the village and mounted the steep, and beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep, is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides; and under the alders, that skirt its edge, now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge, is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.
It was twelve by the village clock when he crossed the bridge into Medford town.
He heard the crowing of the cock, and the barking of the farmer’s dog, and felt the damp of the river-fog, that rises when the sun goes down.
It was one by the village clock, when he galloped into Lexington.
He saw the gilded weathercock swim in the moonlight as he passed, and the meeting-house windows, blank and bare, gaze at him with a spectral glare, as if they already stood aghast at the bloody work they would look upon.
It was two by the village clock, when he came to the bridge in Concord town.
He heard the bleating of the flock, and the twitter of birds among the trees, and felt the breath of the morning breeze blowing over the meadows brown, and one was safe and asleep in his bed who at the bridge would be first to fall, who that day would be lying dead, pierced by a British musket-ball.
You know the rest. In the books you have read, how the British Regulars fired and fled,— how the farmers gave them ball for ball, from behind each fence and farmyard-wall, chasing the red-coats down the lane, then crossing the fields to emerge again under the trees at the turn of the road, and only pausing to fire and load.
So through the night rode Paul Revere; and so through the night went his cry of alarm to every Middlesex village and farm, – a cry of defiance, and not of fear, a voice in the darkness, a knock at the door, and a word that shall echo forevermore!
For, borne on the night-wind of the Past, through all our history, to the last, in the hour of darkness and peril and need, the people will waken and listen to hear the hurrying hoof-beats of that steed, and the midnight message of Paul Revere.
We pray:
- That an “alarm” will sound in the hearts of America’s citizens, and they will understand our sacred history and recognize the sacrifices made by countless patriots who enabled us to lead the lives and have the privileges we do as Americans. Pray.
- That the memory of our Founding Fathers, and countless patriots, down through the years from 1776 to 2021, will be honored and revered by those whose turn it is to step up to protect and defend this nation. Pray.
Thanks to that epic poem by Longfellow, Paul Revere is often credited as the sole rider who alerted the colonies that the British were coming. Yet, there were other riders who went out the night of April 18th to warn the colonists of the approach and movement of the British forces. Four men and one woman made late-night rides, alerting the early Americans of what dangers lay ahead. They were Paul Revere, Samuel Prescott, Israel Bissell, William Dawes and Sybil Ludington. Revere met up with William Dawes and Samuel Prescott, and when they encountered British officers stationed along the road, the three men went their separate ways to improve their chances of escape. Here are some interesting details about each…so we can KNOW our HISTORY!
- Samuel Prescott was a physician, and the only one of the riders to eventually reach Concord, carrying the news to that part of the state. Prescott (then 24 years old) was on his way home from Lexington to Concord when he discovered that the long anticipated British strike at the provincial military supplies at Concord was getting underway. Revere and Dawes had just alerted Lexington and had been sent on to Concord to alert the town, when Prescott met and joined them, and began alerting the people along the way! Prescott actually finished the mission after Revere was captured. His knowledge of the terrain, and his daring horsemanship allowed him to reach his destination safely.
- Israel Bissell rode four days and six hours along the Old Post Road, covering a total of 345 miles in that time. According to the story, he shouted along the way: “To arms, to arms, the war has begun.” Bissell had supposedly carried a message from General Joseph Palmer, which was printed in the newspapers of the day. It read: “To all the friends of American liberty be it known that this morning before break of day, a brigade, consisting of about 1,000 to 1,200 men landed at Phip’s Farm at Cambridge and marched to Lexington, where they found a company of our colony militia in arms, upon whom they fired without any provocation and killed six men and wounded four others. By an express from Boston, we find another brigade are now upon their march from Boston supposed to be about 1,000. The Bearer, Tryal Russell, is charged to alarm the country quite to Connecticut and all persons are desired to furnish him with fresh horses as they may be needed. I have spoken with several persons who have seen the dead and wounded. Pray let the delegates from this colony to Connecticut see this.”
- William Dawes, along with Revere, had been given the mission of riding north to Lexington to warn Samuel Adams and John Hancock of their impending arrest, and to alert the colonial Minutemen that the British were on the move. He arrived in Lexington half an hour after Revere. Dawes and Revere rode on to Concord, meeting Samuel Prescott along the way. After they were met along the road by British soldiers, and split up. Dawes horse threw him off and ran away, and he was forced to walk back to Lexington…(as did Revere, after he was released by the British that night). In 1896, American poet Helen F. Moore would be among the first to correct the “oversight” of history (that Revere was a solo rider) when she composed her own verse:
Tis all very well for the children to hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere;
But why should my name be quite forgot, who rode as boldly and well, God wot?
Why should I ask? The reason is clear- my name was Dawes and his Revere.
- Sybil Ludington’s service to the American forces was remarkable. She was the only woman among the famous night riders, and made her ride on April 26, 1775. The daughter of Colonel Henry Ludington, Sybil, at the young age of sixteen, would make a journey double that of Revere (totaling 40 miles) to warn the colonists at Danbury, Connecticut of the approach of the British. Commissioned by her father, who knew that Sybil was familiar with the terrain, the young girl set out at 9 pm the night of April 26 through Kent to Farmers Mills and then returned back home again, damp from the rain and exhausted, just before dawn. The men she recruited were able to drive the enemy troops from the area, and she was later commended by George Washington for her heroism.
We pray:
- That the names of American patriots like Samuel Prescott, Israel Bissell, William Dawes and Sybil Ludington will long be heralded as their stories of self-sacrifice are told and inspire generations to come. Pray.
- That heroism will once again be “normative” to the people of this nation…and we will honor and revere those that take a stand, stepping out and speaking out to defend this nation. Pray.
- For the letter we have sent to President Trump to reach him speedily and be responded to in the affirmative. Pray.
- For an “appointed place” and an “appointed time” to meet and pray with President Trump! Pray.
(Resources: ConstitutionFacts.com /bostonteapartyship.com)
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Listen to the song ahead of time, then either sing or pray it!
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HINENI, ADONAI! HERE I AM, LORD!
ENGAGING IN A WARFARE OF LOVE! THE BATTLE OF THE BRIDE!
KADIMA! ONWARD…FORWARD!
“LAYNA!” LIGHT AND TRUTH!
BE STRONG…COURAGEOUS…BRAVE!
UNASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL OF CHRIST!
GOD’S CHAMPIONS FOR LIFE!
MARANATHA! COME, LORD JESUS!
BE READY! REVIVAL IS COMING!
ONE NATION UNDER GOD, INDIVISIBLE, WITH LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL!
ONE NEW MAN!
VICTORY!
STANDING IN THE GAP!
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