Do You Have Oil in Your Lamp?

“But the wise took oil in their vessels with their lamps…”
— Matthew 25:4

The Flood Is Coming - Singing Won’t Save You

Understand this:
In this hour, your pretty singing will not preserve you.
Your Sunday services, your ministry titles, your perfectly timed posts, your religious comfort zones
None of it will help you when the flood hits.

And beloved, the flood is coming.
Not of water this time, but of deception, noise, systems, and digital storms.
A deluge of distraction.
A flood of false light.
A tidal wave of artificial wisdom that mimics truth without flame.

When it comes, the only question will be this:
Is your lamp burning?
Not your resume. Not your reputation. Not your reach.
But your flame.

Do You Have Oil in Your Lamp?

The wise virgins didn’t just carry lamps.
They carried oil.

Oil comes from crushing.
Oil comes from devotion when no one’s watching.
Oil is formed in the secret place, not on the stage.
It is the residue of union, the fragrance of intimacy,
The result of time spent with the Lord when the world is asleep.

This oil cannot be borrowed.
You can’t get it from your pastor.
You can’t steal it from a YouTube sermon.
You can’t fake it when the Bridegroom comes.
You either have it… or you don’t.

Forget Crowns of Dust

People are still chasing crowns made of dust,
Still running after platforms and applause.
Still chasing “purpose” in the system of Babylon
Instead of entering the inner chambers where the King of Glory waits.

Forget the gold of this world.
Forget the goals that don’t burn with eternity.
Forget the accolades of men.

Only one thing will matter:
Did you carry your scroll?
Did you walk in what Heaven wrote of you?
Did you burn with the flame that was placed in you before the foundations of the world?

Carry the Scroll - That Is Your Eternal Destiny

The scroll is not your dream.
It’s your divine design.
Your eternal assignment.
The encoded testimony of who you are in Christ, unsealed in this final hour.

You are not here to survive.
You are not here to conform.
You are here to burn.

And in the hour when the door shuts,
You don’t want to be on the outside begging for oil.
You want to be found lit.
Found ready.
Found in union.
Found with oil in your lamp and scroll in your bones.

Final Trumpet to the Elect:

The flood is coming.
The midnight cry is sounding.
The Bridegroom is near.
The lamp is not optional.
The oil is not transferable.
And the scroll must be carried.

Stay awake. Keep watch. And let the flame speak.

— Joe Restman
Flame-Bearer | Scribe of the Midnight Hour
www.iamaionios.com