“It is like precious oil upon the head, running down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, running down on the edge of his garments.” -Psalm 133:2 How wretched it is when the oil of contempt is poured out on a brother, the stench covering the nostrils of the heart with disunity. Lord break the teeth of gossiping fools, let their lies be as apparent as their lisping lips. Let true anointing and true unity be a balm over the oppressed. Let life evermore to Your anointed be a curse to the contemptuous, until You bring all to repentance that Your commanded blessing may come into its due season of blossoming. Amen.