You anoint my head with oil; my cup runs over. Psalm 23:5b
This Psalm is more than just poetry. I am invited to picture walking in green pastures. I am encouraged to see Jesus with his staff, guiding and protecting me. I am urged to behold a banquet table laden with delicacies prepared by God’s own hand. I am even invited to perceive God’s enemies looking on from afar. I am comforted that they have no access to this holy moment.
And then, there’s the anointing. As I anticipate it, I think of another anointing by water when Jesus was baptized. John the Baptist was breathless with wonder. He was about to lower the Lamb of God beneath the surface of the river Jordan. Time stood still, and this holy act unfolded in slow motion. Jesus was submerged, then burst forth. This only lasted for a moment, but neither was ever the same again.
I’m told that the Anointed One anoints me. After a sumptuous meal at His table, this is His holy benediction. He pours oil over my head, and it runs down the side of my face. “I have called you, and you are mine,” He says. I am filled to overflowing as His Spirit energizes each word. The anointing accomplishes its purpose as I am refreshed to live and serve in the power of His Spirit, just like Jesus.
I leave this holy place in my spirit and enter the wilderness of my life, just as Jesus did. Oftentimes I am tempted to doubt the love of the One who anointed me, but memories are powerful things. Anytime I want, I can revisit them. I was created with eternity in my heart. My spirit, even at this moment, can feel the impact of this encounter with the Anointed One. Because the Word of God penetrates the mind, soul, and spirit, the taste of manna and the feel of oil on my skin are real enough to impact me dramatically, to change me, and to sustain me.
Anointed for service. Filled to overflowing. I live today for Your glory. Amen