You never know when your voice will be heard. You can spend years ministering in a virtual abyss. The amens are sparse. The blog traffic is hit and miss. There are other voices out there saturating the market. Quality gives way to quantity. Yet you labor along. You are like the shepherd in the back hills of Israel tending to his flock. Waiting to be anointed and given regal authority, yet uninvited. Almost forgotten. Laboring away in the fields, while the prophet is in town looking for someone after God’s heart.
You make your way home. As you approach, you realize there is a celebration. Had you forgotten one of your sibling’s birthdays? You browse your mental calendar, eliminating each one by one. Not knowing that another elimination ceremony was taking place as you plod your way through the grassy knoll that sustains your flocks.
You cross the threshold of your home, simultaneously crossing the threshold of your future. There is no time to shower. You smell like a shepherd. A sweet savor when God is looking for a shepherd king. It “reeks” of humility. The willingness to labor for the vulnerable. To protect those who are susceptible. After a few missed calls, the prophet recognizes you at once. He breaks open his anointing oil. The aroma saturates the room. It is an alabaster box moment. The oil is costly, but you have also paid a price. The cost? Anonymity. It is now your time. Shepherd and king meet in this moment, but the next day you don’t find yourself on a throne. You find yourself again out to pasture. You find yourself back in Faithful Over the Few University. Class is back in session.
You’re anointed but not disappointed. You peruse through the worn pages of your Study Bible. Highlighted, wept over, exegeted, prayed over, pondered, and meditated on, the text prepares you for your return to shepherding with knowledge you are king. All things work together for the good of those who love Him…
While it is true that the gifting and calling of God are irrevocABLE, you may find yourself meandering along in relative unimportance until you are trustABLE. Until you reach a point where your ability is supplanted by God’s ability. A point where your trainABILITY becomes God’s sustainABILITY. Where your heart stops confessing I am not ABLE, and starts declaring God is ABLE. King David had reached that point. His brothers seemed more qualified. He didn’t know how he would move from shepherd’s staff to king’s scepter. He took a deep breath.
The oil was still there. Even when it seemed depleted. When the flock’s numbers vacillated, it was there. On the cold, starry nights, it was there. The presence of the oil constantly reminding him: “You are a king”.
In your season of waiting, be patient. And whatever you do, brother/sister, don’t lose your oil.