Oil of Freedom

There is oil in the flow.

And it oozes out.

And it goes with my flow.

Bringing substance to the flow.

And it oozes out.

And I see you lying there.

And I see your state of mind.

And I see your fallen state.

And I see you falling back into the mire.

Retreating into yourself.

Falling back into your self.

Retreating back into your shell.

Withdrawing into yourself.

Yet if you do not withdraw your hand, I will bless you.

Have I not given you a demonstration of this?

Yes Lord, the first hand I shook was a partner in a firm with 35 outlets all around Australia. He expressed the need of so many others. I see the concern on his face, and a problem in need of a solution. Yet the solution is unclear to me.

What is it you see now?

A mist invading my space, a change in atmosphere, a new feeling.

It stops you in your tracks, for you wonder is it steam or is it mist? For they look the same to you, yet have a different source. For mist is a sign of coolness, and it settles from above. Steam rises from beneath and floats into the space above. One settles on your skin and brings refreshment, the other burns you to the core.

Your response comes from what you determine to be the source.

For one causes you to retreat, the other enhances your progress.

You impose upon yourself the need to build the ultimate solution.

You sit upon yourself.

You push yourself down.

You want to bury yourself.

You want to wrap yourself in darkness, and retreat from the glare of the light.

Yet what have I set before you?

I don't know Lord, it looks like so many others and opportunity to "help" without any guaranteed result. I am so tired of helping others with no benefit to me. I want to guard myself to the point of locking myself in my own prison of confinement.

Yet what have I shown you?

That what you have given me is so much better than those who have great popularity. Yet what is the point of having a great gift if no-one will receive it, let alone value it or pay for it. What is the point of great seed, for it only has real value if it bears fruit.

Cast your seed upon all waters, for you know not what will return to you.

For what counts to me, is not what counts to you.

I know you could give me a million dollars tomorrow, and yet what you give me are the fragments of something that lacks wholeness. I can see the tears in their eyes, the shock and awe in their hearts, and the fear that manifests as insecurity. It is like Legion walking through the cemetery, looking for life, but only finding loss and darkness.

Did I not call you to be the repairer of The Breach, the rebuilder of ancient ruins?

Yet something broken is worthless until it is restored, until it is rebuilt, until it is whole.

Yet I died for those who had no hope, who were broken and beyond repair, I gave myself in order for them to be whole.

Yes Lord, but from one act came instant wholeness for those who believe, yet after so many "acts" all I see is brokenness. Where is the promised wholeness?

So what is your choice? To withdraw yourself and mourn the loss of all that you are and all that you represent?

Sounds very attractive at the moment, for what is the point of all this? Yet I refuse to give up hope.

For faith is the substance of that which is hoped for, the evidence of that which is not seen.

Yet "hope makes not ashamed, hope does not disappoint"

Yet you disappoint yourself.

Take up your appointment, make an appointment, act like you are appointed, act like you have my endorsement, act like you were my first choice.

I had to hold myself back last night, when I saw the popular speaker, digging himself a deeper and deeper hole. I wanted to throw him a lifeline, but I could not bring myself to take over what was his show.

One minute I feel like the one who has all the answers, and yet no-one is asking the questions. The next minute like the question is too hard and requires days to answer. It seems like there is no easy path.

Yet have I not shown you the way forward?

I see you crying yourself to sleep. I see the tears of loss in your eyes, I feel the retreat of your soul into the darkness, the pain of the loss written all over you.

Yet I call you to ARISE and SHINE.

For I know you cannot stay in the pit, you cannot immerse yourself in the mire.

For you hear my voice calling you to arise.

COME OUT OF SECLUSION!

Yes, come out of seclusion.

Yes leave behind your seclusion.

For I have called you to be the breaker of chains.

You see it again now don't you?

Heavy chain, upon heavy chain, broken by my hand, the one who was bound to be free, bound to bring freedom to the captives.

Return to your stronghold, you prisoner of hope, for today this day I declare I will give unto a double portion.

Nevertheless at your word, I will lay down the net. Let the work of your hands be revealed.