This morning I was trying to help my dad by pulling all the bins and yard clippings bags to the curb for tomorrow's trash and recycling pick up. Everything was going just fine, though I was a bit self conscious having not had a shower and looked a bit like a brunette Einstein, i.e., the wild hair.
So what happened? The last bag of yard clippings was particularly chock full of twigs and such and so I had to drag it down the carport and onto the street. Suddenly the bag seemed to take on a life of its own, pulling me down to the ground. It was a spectacular fall in the street, curbside. The valiant fight with the yard clippings bag was one that I lost.
As I have no muscle strength due to inactivity (Thank you, Chronic Lyme Disease...NOT!), I caught myself in a tangled mess and was about an inch from a total face plant...God gave me that strength. No head injury. Glasses unharmed. But my shoulder, wrists, knees and feet took some damage. And I was so frustrated that my new mutant blue pedicure got messed up...I know, priorities, right? :-P
But as I walked back to the house, I wondered...why did no one help me? It wasn't an "I'm feeling sorry for myself" moment, rather, it was a sad curiousity. I had clearly fallen on the pavement and was struggling to get up. Vehicles passed by. What happened to the good Samaritans of the world? It was God who picked me up from that tangled mess, that I am certain. But it still saddens me that no one even slowed down long enough to say "hey are you ok?" One doesn't have to be a Christian to know that basic human heart response.
When I'd cleaned up, I re-read Jesus' parable on The Good Samaritan. The parable is found in Luke 10:30-37 and is as follows::
30 Jesus replied with a story: “A Jewish man was traveling from Jerusalem down to Jericho, and he was attacked by bandits. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him up, and left him half dead beside the road.
31 “By chance a priest came along. But when he saw the man lying there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by. 32 A Temple assistant[b] walked over and looked at him lying there, but he also passed by on the other side.
33 “Then a despised Samaritan came along, and when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. 34 Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds with olive oil and wine and bandaged them. Then he put the man on his own donkey and took him to an inn, where he took care of him. 35 The next day he handed the innkeeper two silver coins,[c] telling him, ‘Take care of this man. If his bill runs higher than this, I’ll pay you the next time I’m here.’
36 “Now which of these three would you say was a neighbor to the man who was attacked by bandits?” Jesus asked.
37 The man replied, “The one who showed him mercy.”
Then Jesus said, “Yes, now go and do the same.”
It makes one think...
What do we do?
What SHOULD we do?
Pay attention to those around you. Get involved. Show unconditional love, compassion and mercy. Doing good for others is always a win-win. I know this experience was a good reminder for me. Perhaps it's a good heart-felt thought-provoker for you, as well.
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