What is Your Oil?

biblical_prophets_Elisha_Widow_OilMore and more I am finding that I have an absolute need to write. As I get some clear picture that I must share or lately if I am feeling like I need to be grounded, I write. It calms me and it gives me something to give away. I like to give but I don’t always have a ready bouquet of flowers or bundt cake to give to whomever will take them. But with this blog, I can give away my words, my thoughts and perspectives, and usually, at least some one person will take them.

I was reading earlier in 2 Kings 4 about Elisha and the widow in debt and in danger of losing her sons because of it. She had one thing, and limited amounts of it but Elisha told her to get every container around and even go borrow some more and fill them up. Her two sons went to collect them and when every last vessel was filled, the oil went dry. The next day the demanding debtor was paid and the rest of the money was for the benefit of the widow and her two sons.

That made me ask God, “What exactly is my oil?” What is it, if I can nail it down to just one thing.

I was busy today and I felt like I needed to write for a moment this evening, for that grounding.  This is what I came up with. My most precious and steadfast commodity is my ability to communicate truth, help/serve, give direction, and lend various skills—along with dosing out Spirit-led encouragements, directed just for the person I am working with. It is my commodity.

I found my oil. And I found it by asking God that question and then later by sitting with my hands readied to write on my computer keyboard it just came out.

What commodity do you have to share, to make money with, to exchange for something important—like your sons’ lives?

And, how can I and Audacious Consulting & Media help you? Maybe you don’t even know what it is that you need help with because you are stuck where you are at—there is help to pull you out and get you moving towards your dreams and destiny!

(A special thanks to Patrice Tsague of The Nehemiah Project for basing his work around this concept. By reading what he will be teaching (and I will be learning) at the next BE 1 class in August (at New Hope Christian College) I went and grabbed my Bible… and then asked the right question.)

Solidarity: A Purple Day

The word solidarity came strongly to mind last week as I was applying shades of purple eye shadows to compliment the purple top I wore that day.  I was dressing in purple for a reason. The impetus was admiration for a girl I had never met in person, rather through her mother and others, I feel like I know her. Her name: Victoria.

Though Victoria had no vision to distinguish colors she did understand colors, and particularly the color purple. To Victoria a purple day meant an unusually happy or good day. For her to state, “It’s a Purple Day!” was to express her joy-filled delights.  Last week would have been her 19th earthly Birthday, which she celebrated from Heaven.

purple sunset

So last week, on January 22, 2015, her birthday, I wore purple to celebrate Victoria’s life but also as a show, or type of solidarity. Almost a week out, I keep ruminating on the word. It isn’t the prettiest word, like words that I usually choose to let roll around in my mind just because I like them. But it is a word of importance.

When you read solidarity you may be thinking of a union, a union movement, an ethnic group, or a more radical group of sorts. But I am thinking of it a bit differently from the norm. The common definition:

Solidarity is unity (as of a group or class) that produces or is based on unities of interests, objectives, standards, and sympathies.*

Sometimes hearing the word solidarity makes me think of a closed group. One I may not fit into. One where being on the outside leaves a feeling of exclusion. But I have a different thought. I raise the word for solidarity to be universal and freely lent to others—all may join in.  All can show support for one another!

How many times might we come alongside a person (in person, online, in social media) to say, “Hey, I am here, I am with you in this. I may not get it all, but I am here, none the less!” I tend towards this kind of living the older I get. I am free from wondering if it is okay to raise the solidarity flag. I can stand with those I know well and total strangers, and I can do so without casting a judging eye that says, “No one else is welcome here.”  This is a good and generous way to live—to find or stumble upon those who just need to know someone cares, has their back, has been there before—and that they are not being judged, they are cared about, etc.

Can I start a solidarity movement of this sort? Do you want to join it with me? If you do, I think it will be a Purple Day!

* http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/solidarity, http://www.thefreedictionary.com/solidarity

(My friend, Alisha Charles, mother of Victoria, is writing a book which you will want to read and/or hear her speak about. She also has a website, still not fully built, with the domain name: ItsaPurpleDay.com. You will be hearing more from me in the future about all of this.)