THE OILER
There is an old story
of an elderly man who always carried a little can of oil with him everywhere he
went, and when he would go through a door that squeaked, he would squirt a
little oil on the hinges. If he encountered a gate that was hard to open, he
would oil the latch.
And so he went
through life, lubricating all the difficult places, making it easier for all
those who came after him.
People called the man
eccentric, strange, and crazy but he
went steadily on, often refilling his can of oil when it was nearly empty, and
oiling all the difficult places he found.
In this world there
are many lives that painfully creak and grate as they go about their daily
work. Often, it seems that nothing goes right with them and that they need
lubricating with “the oil of joy” (Psalm 45:7), gentleness, or thoughtfulness.
Do you carry your own
can of oil with you?
Are you ready with
your oil of helpfulness each morning?
If you offer your oil
to the person nearest you, it may just lubricate the entire day for him. Your
oil of cheerfulness will mean more than you know to someone who is downhearted.
Or the oil may be a
word of encouragement to a person who is full of despair.
Never fail to speak
it for our lives may touch others only once on the road of life, and then our
paths may diverge, never to meet again.
As God’s chosen
people… clothe yourself with kindness. (Colossians 3:12)
-L B Cowman
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