Isaac reopened the wells that had been dug in the time of his father Abraham, which the Philistines had stopped up after Abraham died, and he gave them the same names his father had given them.
- Genesis 26:18
I’ve recently discovered, that I love to read. Another newer discovered passion is studying history and the stories of “our” past.
Now, I cannot fathom living in time gone by. Imagine; waking by the sound of a rooster crowing, drawing your water from a well, even bathing in a river.
Imagine; walking with Jesus, seeing the first Bible, witnessing the rainbow after the flood. These events, people, and stories are our heritage ... the story of the church. The water in our: “Ancient Wells.”
Within the past year I have lost two of my grandparents and for the past several months we have had the opportunity to live in their house and helped take care of their things. My grandfather (much like his father) spent his life as a preacher of the Gospel. He literally traveled the entire world telling of the goodness of Jesus. He cared for people and loved, loving Jesus.
In typical Jeremi style, I began digging into the History of my family and I learned that loving on Jesus and telling about His greatness runs deep in my family. My family tree traces all the way back to the tribe of Judah: Yes, my family line, includes David, Joseph... I know, right? This is crazy!
I began thinking about the mission we are called to. We are placed on this Earth for one thing. To bring glory to God and make His name famous in the Earth. My family has been doing this for centuries and most likely if you dig far enough you will find yours has as well. These life events, family tree findings, and some scripture in Revelation prompted me to write this song.
This song is about - joining with the songs of the redeemed and seeing their dreams and visions fulfilled. Listening and putting into action the words of our ancestors. Even, releasing their prayers back into the universe...
I got this idea from: Revelation 8:1–5
“And when he broke the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven for about half an hour. And I saw the seven angels who stand before God; and seven trumpets were given to them. Another angel came and stood at the altar, holding a golden censer; and much incense was given to him, that he might add it to the prayers of all the saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. The smoke of the incense, with the prayers of the saints, went up before God out of the angel's hand, the angel took the censer; and he filled it with the fire of the altar and threw it to the earth; and there followed peals of thunder and sounds and flashes of lightning and an earthquake.”
Now, let me preface this all by saying that I am not a theologian; but I do believe that these prayers are stored up to help usher in the end of the world. The prayers of the saints accumulating together on the altar before the throne. Accumulating until the appointed time when God releases them and they are taken up like fire from the altar and thrown upon the earth to bring about the power of God's kingdom.
This is a powerful picture: My prayers, joined with my parents, children, and even 51st great grandfather ... all together. Not one of these prayers have been ignored. Not one is lost or forgotten. Not one, has ever been prayed in vain. Not one, unimportant.
So we say: “Hearts start beating.” We join the prayers of the saints for restoration to begin. We speak life to the dead places. We pray that the sound of Heaven will begin invading the Earth and that victory will be the song of the church.
He put a new song in my mouth,
a song of praise to our God.
Many will see and fear,
and put their trust in the LORD.
- Psalm 40:3