The story is told of a man who always carried a little can of oil in his pocket. Whenever he heard a door squeak, he would put a little oil on the hinges to stop the noise.
We can all carry with us a little of the oil of lovingkindness. Many a cry of anguish, a sigh of pain, a discordant note or a complaint would be hushed with a little of the oil of lovingkindness.
ML-07/01/1979