Walk On Through

Walk on through.  I will walk with you.  I will show you where to step.  I will illuminate what might trip you. I will hold your hand and catch you if you stumble.  Just walk and let me do the worrying.  Which of course is unnecessary.  But if you leave it to me you need not know that I am not doing it.  You see, everything that needs to be being done is being done.  Just walk next to me.  If you walk over there I will be with you, and you will not utterly fall, but you will fall.  If you walk next to me you will not fall.  When you walk over there you still have to lean, but you choose over there to lean on reeds that will not support you when you stumble.  They will break under your weight and the ends will pierce your flesh.  The reeds over there are a false comfort.  They lie about their ability to be there when you need them.  I don't because I can't.

Oil serves many good purposes.  Illumination is a key role.  There are lamps all around to light your way as you walk on through.  I am the oil in every one of those lamps.  These lamps have to consent to carry the oil, have wicks placed and prepared, and lit.  They have to consent to be exalted for the purpose of providing illumination for the benefit of others.  More intimately, wicks have to consent to be rested in the oil and to have the oil displace the emptiness.  Then they might be impatient to be lit, content to sit and soak until the right time.  Burning is good.  Shining is good.  Showing the way is good.  Sitting and soaking and being ready is good, too.  A burning wick makes them bright.  A resting wick they can touch and they get oily.  It might be their first touch of oil.

Walk on through.  The way is lit and more lamps are ready along the way.  Carry your fire and light ready wicks.  The way will be brighter and more will come out into the light and onto the highway raised up in the wilderness.  Walk on through and stay oily.