2024-04-12 A Meditation on Anointing for the Hour

“8 Thus says the Lord: “As the new wine is found in the cluster, and they say, ‘Do not destroy it, for there is a blessing in it,’ so I will do for my servants’ sake, and not destroy them all. 9 I will bring forth offspring from Jacob, and from Judah possessors of my mountains; my chosen shall possess it, and my servants shall dwell there. 10 Sharon shall become a pasture for flocks, and the Valley of Achor a place for herds to lie down, for my people who have sought me.” (Isa 65:8-10 ESV)

An orb alights upon first this one and then that one: to impart the knowledge; to dictate the gentle purr; to introduce, broadly, avidly, wildly, to experience and transitively-passed on thought lessons. Thought lessons of a more sensitive Actor, the soldier, the street-corner pundit, the listener who jumps at the Call, at the Orders, yet in full knowledge: innocence, not cynical insensitivity is the order of the day. These are not brash nor callous but Holy Innocents. These fight because of ingratiated, inducted, pleas Heard, because of company-thought, corporate-welfare, all-in mindset. These fight because it is the Word on the Street, the Gesture in the Air, the Motive, Movement, Angle in the soundwaves.

Microwaves, thoughtspace, orb, and third-eye: the blessing is for a world amok, by the skin of their teeth just getting by, yet see who and How, the coup de grace, the Reveal, the poker face turned gladsome and happy at the denouement. A denouement of phase two underway, of the first symphonic movement now Past, Accomplished, the orb having gifted first one then another with some fashion of unique Experience and Knowledge.

And to the simpler sort, to the one who made a regrettable, or utterly too sad choice at their time in the sun, to this one there is still Salvation, under deep appreciation that equal joy is meted out from the Father, even to the one missing their anointing as it would seem, who ignored the pleas from the sky and the appeals in the mail, who was in a confused blur doing the avoidance thing, scared or faux-principled, one sort of Innocence a bit of a marksman’s target for a devilish brood, a devil who restricts and holds back the blessing even if it was fully ours, fully ours to own, to grow into. Yet His grace is sufficient for you. His grace is all-encompassing avidly rewarding, remaking, redoing, giving a second opportunity even years later, because the surpassing greatness belongs to God and not Man.