This sermon emphasizes the importance of being anointed with fresh oil, drawing parallels to King David's anointing as a symbol of God's empowerment and calling. It shares a personal testimony of overcoming challenges and doubts to fulfill God's calling, highlighting the transformative power of God's call and qualification in one's life.

In Psalm 92 and verse 10, I read, But my horn shalt thou exalt like the horn of a unicorn. I shall be anointed with fresh oil. Three times David was anointed king of Israel. When David was a lad tending the sheep in the wilderness, We find in 1 Samuel chapter 16 and verse 13, Then Samuel took the horn of oil and anointed him. In 2 Samuel chapter 2 and verse 4, we read, And the men of Judah came, and there they anointed David king over the house of Judah. David was anointed king for the third time. In 2 Samuel chapter 5 and verse 3, And they anointed David king over Israel. No wonder David could say, I shall be anointed with fresh oil. For three times David was anointed king over Israel. We too, as God's people, should say with the king of old, I shall be anointed with fresh oil. Shall we pray? Our Heavenly Father, for these moments we enter into one of the most sacred and holy doctrines of the word of God. That amazing truth of the fullness of the Holy Spirit. I pray for those who hear and those who see That the Holy Spirit of God shall so control this preacher. And those who hear, that we shall be aware of being anointed, as was David of old, with fresh oil. Control these lips, this mind, this heart, and the ears and minds and hearts of those who hear. Make this a never-to-be-forgotten moment for each of us. In Jesus' name, amen. David said, I shall be anointed with fresh oil. As a child, growing up in the southwest section of Dallas, Texas, I was reared in the home of an alcoholic. My mother and father were very, very poor. We had the usual measures of poverty and circumstances of the Depression days. I was a very nervous child. I can recall going to the Fernwood Baptist Church of Dallas years ago, becoming nervous in the services, and Mother would have to take me outside because I was trembling and weeping. I shall not forget the day when my father and mother called me to the front room of our little two-room shack, one Sunday morning, and my mother said, Son, your father is leaving our home today. And I said, Why, Mother? Why, Daddy? And my mother said, Son, sin, especially alcohol, has broken our home, and your father will not be living with us anymore. I got on my knees and looked up at Dad and said, Daddy, wouldn't you rather have me than a bottle of whiskey? And my dad turned and walked away, never to live in our little apartment again. My mother walked two miles to a public school and worked for 50 cents a day and walked two miles home to keep a little bit of food on the table and enough clothes on my back to keep me warm and shoes to keep my feet dry. That's the kind of childhood that I had. When I was a teenage lad, senior in high school, I felt the call of God to preach the gospel, but nobody took me seriously. They called me Little Jackie Boy. I was an introvert. I sucked my thumb until I was 14 years of age. Everybody called me Little Jackie Boy. On my 17th birthday, I weighed 92 pounds, gripping wet and full of bananas, just a little bitty runt of a kid. We had two blocks from us living an All-American football player named Joe Boyd. Joe Boyd was the first string tackle on the Associated Press All-American football team. He was the hero of all the neighborhood. He weighed 235. I weighed 92. He was 6'3", and I was about 3'6", and he was my hero. I recall one Sunday in the services, down the aisle walked old Joe Boyd, and he said, Pastor, God's called me to preach the gospel. The pastor said, Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news for you. Praise the Lord. Hallelujah. Joe Boyd is surrendering his life to preach the gospel. All-American football player, heavyweight boxing champion of Texas A&M College, heavyweight wrestling champion of the same school. Ladies and gentlemen, Joe Boyd has been called to preach. The chairman of the deacon board said, Praise the Lord. One lady said, Hallelujah. One lady said, Glory to God, Joe Boyd's been called to preach. I looked up to God, and I said, Dear God, that's the one I'd have called if I'd have been you. You sure made a wise choice today. Three months to the day after Joe Boyd was called to preach, I was sitting in the Hillcrest Baptist Church of Dallas, Texas, when God said to me, Jack, I want you to be a preacher too. And I said, Lord, nobody will take that seriously. If I walk down the aisle, they'll criticize you and me too, you for calling me and me for surrendering. And the Lord said, Jack, I want you to be a preacher. I tiptoed very timidly with my introversion toward the altar and said to the pastor, Brother Sizemore, God has called me to preach the gospel. I'll never forget what he said. He said, Jackie Boyd, are you sure? And I said, Yes, sir, I'm sure. He stood before the people and said, Folks, before I tell you what's happened today, I want to remind you that God is a miracle-working God. God departed the Red Sea, caused the sun to stand still, and fed the 5,000 with a few loaves and fishes. And God can do miracles. He was preparing the people for the announcement that little Jackie Boyd had surrendered to preach the gospel. When he said, Jackie Boyd has been called to preach, nobody said, Amen. Nobody said, Hallelujah. Nobody said, Praise the Lord. Several folks said, Oh, my. But Jackie Boyd did surrender to preach the gospel. I was invited to speak at church on a Wednesday night. The pastor was on vacation. The pastor said, I'd like for you to supply for me on Wednesday night while I'm away on vacation. I didn't know you had to study. I thought the Lord told you what to say when you preached. I'll never forget when I was sitting behind the pulpit and the deacon chairman stood and said, Ladies and gentlemen, our pastor's on vacation, but we have a guest speaker, Reverend Jack Hiles, a young man who's going to speak for us. He said, I'll never forget. He said, We're all waiting to hear what God has laid on Jack's heart. And I said to myself, I don't know whether he's waiting to hear what God laid on my heart or not, but I know I'm waiting to hear what God laid on my heart. Did you know God forgot to lay anything on my heart? I stuttered and stammered and apologized for three minutes and sat down in failure and futility. The deacon chairman stood up and he said, Ladies and gentlemen, I thought the fellow could preach, but I apologize. The pastor said he was a preacher. I sat down and the people came by one by one. And my best friend said to me, Jack, you'd better not go through with this preaching business. You will never make it. And one by one said the same thing. But God had called me. When God calls, he qualifies. Preach, I must, and preach, I did. I went off to college. I was called to a small college church, 100 miles from East Texas Baptist College of Marshall, Texas. My salary was $7.50 a week. I drove 100 miles up to the church on a Sunday, preached, drove back after the service on Sunday night. For one solid year, I preached in that church. Not one single person walked the aisle. Nobody was saved. Nobody came for baptism. Nobody came for church membership. For one year, not one single move, I thought I'd die.