Anointing is a
word that I had, until recently, associated with religious fervour.
And yet over the last 5 days I have come to realise that it
is a sacred ceremony of celebration. By, for example, massaging another with
oils, you are in actual fact honouring the person with respect and love. How
can this be bad as you pour into their body the love that you feel?
So…anointing has been running around in my head since
Sunday. I’d not been sure why, but slowly as the days have unfolded I find
that it is a word that is slowly sitting well with me and no longer has the
same connotations that I had attached to it previously.
