...'And who is my
neighbor?' Jesus replied, 'A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and
fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away,
leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and
when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he
came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan
while traveling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He
went to him and bandaged his wounds, having poured oil and wine on them. Then
he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The
next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, 'Take
care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.'
Which of these three,
do you think, was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of the
robbers?' He said, 'The one who showed him mercy.' Jesus said to him, 'Go and
do likewise.'" Luke 10: 29-37
*****
Usually when we play this out
You're the foreigner
walking by
and I'm the one bleeding
on the side of the road.
I wouldn't even talk to You
on any other day
and I might not today either--
yet you take pity anyway
and bathe my wounds.
But every once in a while
I'm cast in the role
of the foreigner walking past
and I'm moved by pity when I see
You bleeding by the side of the road.
I love myself
loving You
on those days.
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