… and where does our help come from? We are human with human eyes and we look to the usual suspects, the likely ones, we look to the saints, to the ones closest to us, to the ones with the right credentials, the shinest shoes, the loudest voice, the biggest promise. And then we are dissapointed, they can’t deliver, they they don’t know how and when they do, they don’t want to. We are stuck as both the priest and the levite will walk away as we bleed and are bruised. And when we think, it is all over, the most unlikely character walk along, the Samaritan and he sees our wounds, feels our pain and without a word ministers to our need, pours oil of the wound, nurses us to health and prevents us from dying.
The question that feels my heart is, why didn’t the priest or the levite minister to this man that was beaten by robbers? Why leave him to bleed to death? Do they hate him so much? Has he wronged them? Do they not count his life worthy? Or were they just in a hurry? I guess we will never know why the usual suspect sometimes do not help, even they don’t always know. There is just no rousing, no fire, no empathy, no nothing. they are just as flat as a deflated balloon. But the Samaritan, who is unknown, a stranger with a heart, wih empathy. This man must do something, he must say something, he must urge things on and steer.
At the end of the day, it is all down to the Samaritans
Beautiful Ivory 