She waited for me to tell her why. When I didn't, she went on. “He’s been saying something else lately: Synchronize your watches. I think it has to do with our getting ready quickly.”

Synchronize your watches. . . I thought of war movies I'd seen as a boy. Before a commando raid went into action, the last thing the raiders did was synchronize their watches. If the enemy ammo dump was to be blown up at 2:03 A.M., it had better go off at 2:03, because the ambush was in place by 1:56, and the magnesium flare was going up at 2:07.

Not much has changed. Today, the last thing a SEAL team does on the aft deck of the submarine before descending the rope ladder into the waiting hi-speed inflatable is synchronize their watches.

I told Lisa that I sensed God was having us synchronize with Him, for we were about to go into action. By synching with Him, we would also be synching with each other. Because this was to be a team effort. No more lone-ranger Rambo raids. No jumping the gun or lagging behind. We would be working together as a unit.

"Another thing," responded Lisa. "He's going to be directing us with a glance, not a long explanation. We'll see where He's looking, and we'll know what to do."

Which meant, I opined, that we all needed to be listening interiorly more carefully than ever. We also needed to trust one another to hear Him. And trust Him enough to heed Him -- without hesitation.

Gentlemen (and ladies), set your watches: On His mark, it is exactly Midnight.