Prophetic Decree - Bring Back the Oil of the Anointing

My soul has been crying out lately, and I couldn’t shake it even if I tried. All I keep saying to the Lord is, “Bring back the oil. Bring back the anointing.” We’ve lost something sacred in our culture, and it grieves my spirit. 

There used to be a time when you walked through the doors of the sanctuary and you could feel the presence of God before the service even started. The saints didn’t need gimmicks, lights, or special effects—just the Holy Ghost and a willing heart. That oil—the anointing—used to flow so strong, you couldn’t stand up under it. 

But now? Now it feels like we’ve traded oil for image. Substance for style. Power for popularity.

I’m not being critical—I’m sounding the alarm. Because somewhere along the way, we stopped tarrying. We stopped pressing in. We stopped sacrificing. The oil doesn’t just show up because we want it—it flows from crushing. It flows from consecration. But too many don’t want to be crushed anymore. We want platforms but not prayer closets. We want the mic but not the mantle. We want the shout without the sanctification.

Back in my day, we didn't have all this technology, but we had power. We had mothers who would wail in the Spirit. We had altar workers who could pray a demon out. We had choirs who didn’t just sing—they ushered in glory. And the oil would fall because the vessels were clean. The anointing rested on people who spent time with God, not just time practicing. Baby, the anointing don’t come through YouTube tutorials. It comes through time in His presence.

Today, I saw a social media title of another pastor and his mistress. I stopped reporting that because it does empower our culture. I think we get the point by now. That most of these folk are regular.

But we’ve it got me asking an honest question —have we grown comfortable without the oil. And by oil I mean anointing. 

Not all, but quite a few churches has become entertainment. Worship has become performance. And prayer? Lord help us, prayer has become a five-minute formality before the next announcement. That’s not how we used to do it. We used to pray until something happened. We used to tarry until the fire came down. We didn’t care about time—we cared about touching heaven.

I remember feeling the anointing as my family and I watched the gospel awards. Now gospel singers are just celebrities.

I think we got confused and thought our steps and programs could just microwave the anointing. God is teaching us we can’t manufacture it with emotionalism. 

I often wondered how men of God back in the day was able to cultivate such a powerful presence of God. How did they tap into that secret place. 

The truth I am tired of running on empty. I don't want to function without it. 

We’ve learned how to sing and preach and serve and lead without ever being filled again. And we wonder why people aren’t being healed. Why the atmosphere feels dry. Why the power isn’t flowing. It’s because the oil is missing.

I don't want to drive to a place just for a good time. I want breakthrough. Let me remind you: it’s the anointing that breaks the yoke. Not the beat. Not the branding. Not the choir robes or praise teams. It’s the oil. We can’t keep trying to do spiritual work with dry lamps. We need the Holy Ghost to saturate us again. We need to cry out, like David did, “Create in me a clean heart, O God, and renew a right spirit within me... take not thy Holy Spirit from me” (Psalm 51).

My soul has been crying out lately, and I couldn’t shake it even if I tried. All I keep saying to the Lord is, “Bring back the oil. Bring back the anointing.” We’ve lost something sacred in the church, and it grieves my spirit. There used to be a time when you walked through the doors of the sanctuary and you could feel the presence of God before the service even started. 

The saints didn’t need gimmicks, lights, or special effects—just the Holy Ghost and a willing heart. That oil—the anointing—used to flow so strong, you couldn’t stand up under it. But now? Now it feels like we’ve traded oil for image. Substance for style. Power for popularity.

I’m not being critical—I’m sounding the alarm. Because somewhere along the way, we stopped tarrying. We stopped pressing in. We stopped sacrificing. The oil doesn’t just show up because we want it—it flows from crushing. It flows from consecration. But too many don’t want to be crushed anymore. We want platforms but not prayer closets. We want the mic but not the mantle. We want the shout without the sanctification.

This is a call to return—to repentance, to prayer, to what my aunt calls pure holiness. We need to put our titles down and get back on our faces. We need to teach these young ones how to carry the anointing, not be dark or black. Or just how to carry a microphone. We need to stop chasing platforms and start chasing purity. Because without the oil, church is just noise. Without the anointing, we’re just gathering and going home the same way we came.

So Lord, this is our cry: Bring back the oil. Bring back the anointing. Fall on us again. Let the fire return to our pulpits. Let the power return to our prayer meetings. Let the glory return to our worship. Not for show, but for souls. Not for applause, but for your presence. Because we don’t want to do this without You.

We’ve had enough of empty services and powerless singing. It’s time to bring back the oil. And this time, we’ll value it. We’ll protect it. We’ll prepare for it. Because we know now—we can’t live without it.