What Heavenly Ramparts Are in Your Life?

Photo of Orange Roses by Kayleen Reusser
Photo of Orange Roses by Kayleen Reusser

“Consider her ramparts; go through her palaces that you may tell it to the next generation.” Ps. 48:13

In biblical times the best cities were built on hills for protection. The city’s inhabitants strengthened their defenses by building a wall, or rampart, around the city. Marauders would have to ascend the steep hillside and pass through this outer wall, or rampart, to enter the city, a formidable task.

This sturdy appearance around Mount Zion, which some believe refers to the city of Jerusalem, made it a suitable sign of the abiding protection of God. The Psalmist encouraged worshippers to walk around the city. “See how your hometown has fared after battle,” he seems to say. “It has stood solid. Notice how every tower is intact and the fortifications have stood firm.” Those who viewed such protection were to pass the good new on to others, even future generations.

There have been times in our married life when my husband and I have felt God’s ramparts surrounding us. Several years unemployment threatened to ruin Christmas until a church supplied us with food, toys and a Christmas tree. Another time John had the flu and needed help milking the cows. One call and friends from church came to help with chores.
When my mother-in-law was dying of cancer, Christian friends brought food, shoveled walks, sent cards, and prayed. These situations have all become “ramparts” to our faith, incidents that remind us of God’s love and provision.

I have preserved many stories by writing them down so our children and future grandchildren will know of these ramparts.
Does anyone know about the heavenly ramparts in your life? What can you do to pass on the word of God’s goodness to you?

The End

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    1. Peggie: Thanks for your comment. We try to verbally tell our kids these stories too. As grown-ups, they’ve got their own ramparts too. Amazing, isn’t it?

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