The cries are reverberating out the windows of tall apartment buildings in Wuhan. And video is filtering out worldwide. Their pleadings are meant to be encouragement to fellow Chinese in this quarantined city of 11 million people. “Add more oil!” is a figure of speech, immediately understood in a culture that excels in creative stir-fry. One always adds oil to enhance the dish and to keep the vegetables from burning. “Add oil” is similar to what we would mean when saying in English “hang tough”, or “you can do it”. Can we? Can they? Is a shouted pep talk into the air enough?
What does one do when locked in at home, when supplies including oil and everything else are dwindling, when the hospitals are filled and dangerous? I am not frightened. I am rightly concerned. And I have been thinking for a while now about how to help newbies learn how to pray. For we need to know.
Here’s one true statement: Everyone prays. At least once in each life there is a desperate instinctual cry that goes up into thin air. Don’t tell me it’s not true. You already know it is. And if you don’t know this, you will.
Here’s another true statement: Not every prayer is effectively ‘talking to somebody’. Some cries are hopeless castings to the wind. Would you know the difference?
Still reading? If prayer is what we do, even if last resort, would it not be important to take time now to learn to do it effectively? Are random shouts out a window accomplishing much besides some attempt to hearten other citizens? Is there such a thing as really talking into God’s ear? And if there is, how does one do that even with just a whisper?
There is warning that Jesus told about this very thing. It has to do with adding oil.
After a concerned listing of signs, detailing what the end will be like before His return, Jesus eases the gravity of the situation by switching to a couple stories to emphasize their need to “be alert”. In one he paints with words a familiar Judean scene of maidens awaiting the bridegroom. The time gets long into the dark night of Jesus’ story, and when the groom finally arrives the maidens arise from sleep and trim their lamps. But the critical point of the story gets revealed at this point. Only some of the maidens were prepared with oil. In the immediacy of their need, certain ones cry out to others: “give us some of your oil!” But the prepared maidens give answer: they cannot share; they must not. Instead they instruct the unprepared maidens to go to the source for oil themselves.
In this is the first secret of prayer: Go to the Source for the oil, and start out now.
In both the Hebrew and the Greek Scriptures, oil is a reference for the protecting, softening and sustaining spirit of the living God. He is the oil. He is the source.
The image in my post is of the Ophthalmologist who first warned of the virus which now ravages his city. He has already succumbed, but according to his own testimony, he had oil for his own lamp.
Very moving, thank you for writing, caring and sharing the link to his story.
thank-you Fred for reading but also commenting! I can track who reads this by country, sometimes I have Chinese viewers (there are more English speakers in China than in America!)
Mary, I am so touched in reading this posting.
The selflessness of this caring doctor will remain for those who come to know more about him and Who he served – the source of his oil.
I am also touched by your drawing of him as I see in the ‘mask’ he is wearing for protection also a paradox of those who initially imprisoned him, shutting him down for sharing the truth he saw in what came to be this horrendous virus.
Praying for his wife and family and all now infected and “imprisioned’ – may God hear their cries and grant them favor and healing.
Lynn
Lynn, thank-you and they really need our prayers; have said they are counting on it.
The cries out the buildings full of people has really moved me too. BTW, the sketch of him I found on the internet. Someone else took his widely shared face, added a mouth behind the mask shouting, and posterized it. The paradox fascinates me also. This man, now silent is yet revered in his homeland. This morning I was thinking “how does his wife safely deliver in any hospital there?!” Just pray. He hears us, and loves more than I think any of us can yet grasp. Wenliang at least is in peace.
Thanks, Mary – yes. Praying.
I posted the link to this posting on my Facebook page.
A few have seen and are praying, too.