As the Watchman Waits

People have asked me what my blog title is about, so I thought I'd do some explaining: 

Throughout the Old Testament, there are numerous allegories of watchmen waiting at their post in anticipation for the sun to rise; always on their guard through the night, but in hope to see the sun so that they may rest. 

My favorite of these references is found in Psalm 130:

Out of the depths I cry to you, Lord;
Lord, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive
    to my cry for mercy.
 If you, Lord, kept a record of sins,
    Lord, who could stand?
 But with you there is forgiveness,
    so that we can, with reverence, serve you.
 I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits,
    and in his word I put my hope.
 I wait for the Lord
    more than watchmen wait for the morning,
    more than watchmen wait for the morning.
Israel, put your hope in the Lord,
    for with the Lord is unfailing love
    and with him is full redemption.
 He himself will redeem Israel
    from all their sins.

Psalm 130

These watchmen are an example of the Church.

We are watchmen over the city; on guard through the night, anticipating the coming of the Son. We wait anxiously, awaiting His return, knowing that we will not find rest until that time.  

This blog is written for the Christian; for those waiting in anticipation for Jesus, struggling through this night of life, clinging to the promise of dawn. It is for my fellow watchmen who are seeking to be faithful to their King in their duties to guard, protect, warn, and prepare their city. We who are weary in this long night, we who desire to serve our King and His nation correctly, we who long to be identified as steadfast servants, we who crave to hear "Well done" at the Son's long expected return. 

I am a watchman for this world.

Jesus has left me with the duty of guarding this world, warning it from harm, protecting it from the enemy's destructive plans, and preparing it for His return. 
He has called you, Christian, to the same.
And I'll tell you what, this job is no joke.

As a young Christian, it is difficult to not only live in this world, but to love it through serving it the ways my Commander has taught me. 
The city is stubborn, caught up in it's own ways, full of arrogance yet naive to the realities of the danger it faces. 

But, regardless of it's stature, we must be steadfast to serve it, lead it, and love it. Correctly.

Correctly is a key word in the equation.
It takes the relativity from it's high horse that has taken charge of the common mind. 
My God's love is not relative, therefore our love should not be as well. 
More importantly, my God doesn't love according to our (current understanding of) love, He loves us with His perfect, correct form of love.
He in His perfect creating of it, knows exactly how to act upon it; how to put the perfection of the word into perfecting the action. 

Like all perfect, good and beautiful ideas that God creates, we take and pervert them in our own shallow understanding- hence why love has become a relative term. 

We are called to love this world correctly, and we have failed to do so. You know this.

So, how do we love correctly? How do we wake up from dozing, rise to our post, and do our duties correctly? How do we keep one another alert and eager yet patient and gracious as we struggle through this difficult yet honorable position? 

I do not have the answers, but I know who does.
In this waiting, I put my struggles before you, brothers and sisters, from my thoughts to my words to my keyboard, hoping that we will yearn to do this correctly, and strive to act like the people that Christ has died for.

"More than the watchmen wait for the morning,

       More than the watchmen wait for the morning."