We don’t really know the reason
people make the choices they do. We may only somewhat understand our own. At
times we even make assumptions and jump to all kinds of conclusions about others
decisions. However, unless the person
shares their feelings with us, we are only making a guess about them.
The Scriptures tell us a story of an injured man on the side of the road
and the response of three by-passers. The purpose of this parable was to teach
what it takes to be a truly loving neighbor. It drives home the point that in order to love the Lord we
cannot physically see with all our heart, soul, strength, and mind, we must
love the neighbor we can see.
Our story begins by telling us about a man ambushed and severely injured by
a robber. He lies on the side of the road, possibly close to death. The first two men, a priest and a
Levite, pass by on the other side.
For whatever reason, they avoid getting involved in the situation. We
can make guesses as to their reasons, but instead should put ourselves in a
similar situation and honestly evaluate what we do. Don’t we pass stopped cars or the filthy individuals holding
signs and asking for money all the time?
Jesus points out that the third man, who stops to help the injured man
was first and foremost a man of compassion. The fact that he was a Samaritan
adds more validity to his compassion as he crossed cultural differences to
assist the hurt man. We are told
the Samaritan went above the call of duty by not only taking care of the
immediate needs of this man but assuring the innkeeper his desire to foot the
entire bill to see that this man received the necessary care for him to regain his
health.
This parable reminds me of two particular incidents in my life in which
the Lord placed caretakers in my life as a young lost girl. The first was my first grade teacher
and the second was my seventh grade teacher.
As a seven year old I took a fall on the playground, skinning up my
knee. My teacher comforted my
tears with a hug. I had no idea at
the time the reason I craved affection from her, but what would be considered
modern day self-inflicted injury, I fell every day afterward. I received the exact same response each
time, comforting arms. I believe
compassion for a troubled little girl drove this woman’s response to me.
By the time I reached seventh grade, my private struggle with suicidal
thoughts consumed most of my waking hours.
I decided to take a risk and gave my English teacher a journal entry
revealing my dark and dismal thoughts. For
the next two years she invested even some of her off hours trying to instill in
me a sense of self-worth.
Unfortunately, it was void of the saving grace of Jesus, but it did keep
me alive to find Jesus as my Savior in the middle of my sophomore year of high
school.
As I reflected on this parable and these teachers placed in my life, I
realized their provision in my life from the Lord. Due to my insecurities, I
had few companions my own age and carried many deep unresolved fears far into my
adult life. It took decades for me
to fully comprehend how the Lord lived this parable out in my life with my own
Good Samaritans.
How about you? Can you reflect on your life and see
the way the Lord brought a person of deep compassion into your life? Do you see the way they went beyond the
call of duty to help you? How did
his or her response give value and meaning to that difficult time in your
life? When you were bleeding and
needing someone to bind up your wounds, what did they do to care for your injuries? Even if they are no longer a part of
your life, praise Jesus for providing them for you when you needed them.