“What are you doing with your life?”
And suddenly i remember, like waking from a dream or rising from underneath water to gasp for breath “OH, I have dreams”
“Why ARE you in Kansas City?”
Because I had nothing. The nations were passing before my eyes, so many faces, so many lost, so many dying and I had nothing to offer them. But I know there is a God, the Lord of all Creation, and He’s like wind, He’s like rain, He’s like fire, He’s like oil. Oil. I came here for oil, for fire, for wind and rain. I came to be filled.
“You’ve forgotten your own oil. We overcome by the blood of the Lamb, yes but also the word of your testimony and that is what breaks off chains. You have to believe that God enjoys you even when you are weak and broken. I want for you to be able to go sit out at Shiloh, or play your guitar or go fishing, and smile when you’re doing it because you know that He is pleased with you in those moments, not just the moments when you’re burning. You can’t burn without oil”
Wisdom, the virgin’s who were ready at the coming of the Bridegroom and heard the cry of the watchmen when He came. They paid the price to go, and to buy oil.