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 | | From: | JPF | | Subject: | A little can of oil | | Date: | Thu, 13 Jan 2005 01:00:54 GMT |
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 | A little can of oil
There is a story of an old man who carried a little can of oil with him
everywhere he went, and if he passed through a door that squeaked, he
poured a little oil on the hinges. If a gate was hard to open, he oiled
the latch. And thus he passed through life lubricating all hard places and
making it easier for those who came after him.
People called him eccentric, queer, and cranky; but the old man went
steadily on refilling his can of oil when it became empty, and oiled the
hard places he found.
There are many lives that creak and grate harshly as they live day by day.
Nothing goes right with them. They need lubricating with the oil of
gladness, gentleness, or thoughtfulness. Have you your own can of oil with
you? Be ready with your oil of helpfulness in the early morning to the
one nearest you. It may lubricate the whole day for him. The oil of good
cheer to the downhearted one -- Oh, how much it may mean! The word of
courage to the despairing. Speak it.
Our lives touch others but once, perhaps, on the road of life; and then,
mayhap, our ways diverge, never to meet again. The oil of kindness has
worn the sharp, hard edges off of many a sin-hardened life and left it
soft and pliable and ready for the redeeming grace of the Savior.
A word spoken pleasantly is a large spot of sunshine on a sad heart.
Therefore, "Give others the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest."
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