"But my horn shalt Thou exalt like the horn of an unicorn: I shall be anointed with fresh oil." (Psalm 92:10) The horn of a unicorn...
That is what it says. It's the King James after all and language was a bit different 400 years ago. It's essentially referring to a bull. The horn of any animal had come to signify plenty and abundance. The "cornucopia", that ancient symbol of Thanksgiving, literally means "horn of copiousness". So there.
"And another came, saying, Lord, behold, here is Thy pound, which I have kept laid up in a napkin:" (Luke 19:20)
The servant from whom one pound was entrusted to scale and grow uses in the next verse fear as the reason nothing became of the gift. It would seem God saw fit to give this person one pound and rather than be grateful they had anything at all and build from there, they incrementally and also exponentially increased in fear (the wrong kind) and as such, squandered the very thing God had given them to succeed in this life as unto Him. What a tragedy. May the same not be said for us. But this is the natural order of things. Of increase and abundance and growth. Call it what you will, things scale and expand. Only God has the power to supplant the bad and plant the good. To start over as it were.
"There shall be an handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth." (Psalm 72:16)
I must confess, I have a hard time, at times, believing my needs will be supplied. Oh, God's always been and always will be good for it. He has never let me down. But I can confess, one of the "sins that doth so easily beset [me]" (Hebrews 12:1) would be that of lack and the fear thereof. Chalk it up to a life lived caring for others while I barely scrape by (not really), stuffing the frustration borne out of being saddled with the care of an ailing father and a school-age brother (okay, this was years ago). If it wasn't fear of want, it was unresolved bitterness and offense at any powers-that-be that would keep me from growing as I wanted.
"Give, and it shall be given unto you; good measure, pressed down, and shaken together, and running over, shall men give into your bosom. For with the same measure that ye mete withal it shall be measured to you again." (Luke 6:38)
In a dream, I saw once beanstalks, many of them, growing towards the sky. Not sprouted from magic seeds, mind you, but coins. Odd. If the symbolism strikes you upon reading, cool. I didn't get it for the longest time. I suppose it refers to offering God what I can and watching it grow into something from which He can climb down and bless. That's it. What do you have that you may not need? It's up to you: "God loveth a cheerful giver" (2 Corinthians 9:7). Before I go any further, how often would you describe your mood as "cheerful"? How often do you even hear that word? Come to think of it, my dad uses it a lot. Describing colors and fruits and vegetables. Things of inanimate innocence. Notions and impressions and moments that are worth more than all the money in the world. These things scale. So too, do the things of necessity when we see that all comes from God and is supposed to go back.
"For whosoever hath, to him shall be given, and he shall have more abundance: but whosoever hath not, from him shall be taken away even that he hath." (Matthew 13:12)
In closing, I would like to say that, so true and simple is this principle that it underlies an economic tenet at work in the world today under non-Christian auspices. It's called the "Matthew Effect" and it's something that's cited when "the rich get richer and the poor get poorer". Fair enough. But notice how it's worded in Luke's Gospel (8:18, my emphasis): "...from him shall be taken even that which he seemeth to have." I'd wager to say that those from whom things eventually get taken, didn't really possess it in the first place, harsh as that sounds. I mean, you either got it or you don't.
"The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy: I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly. I am the good shepherd: the good shepherd giveth his life for the sheep." (John 10:10-11)
It's not fantasy, you got it.