The Parable of the Good Samaritan
Is a one-at-a-time story. It was an interaction Between two people. And because of that, It is a love story. I suppose that if Christ had something else in mind, It might have been something other than A one-at-a-time story. It might have been a help-them-all story. The good Samaritan, just as likely, Might have started a 501c3 With the lofty goal Of seeing to it that not one traveler Perish by the wayside. But then it would have been Another kind of story, And not one story, Two stories, The story of the founder And the story of the recipient. “I founded a corporation,” the founder says. “And we helped lots of people.” “I filled out the papers,” the Samaritan says. “And they were very prompt To render me their service.” Yes, it would be a different thing altogether If Christ had had something else in mind Besides a one-at-a-time story. But I am not so sure We could call it A love story. And I think I like Christ’s story better.
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Smooth and glossy head, new glasses, very responsible.
He runs this place, and a few others I am guessing. And everything lines up. Every T is crossed, every I dotted. I love that, but of course, I am not that. Thank goodness that there are people like him. But they are fewer and farther between every day. It humbles me to realize how many types of people It takes to run the world. And I sip my lemonade and relax In the world that people like him have created. I am the beneficiary of so many A types. And it makes me think that perhaps they have gotten a bad rap. It is a strange world that we live in,
All boxed up with the belief That there is not enough, Everyone holding tight Their grasp upon each thing, each dollar, And meeting it out with reluctance And only in exchange for what they want. And perhaps that is the reason That I don’t feel at home here. I have always been more free with things Than was good for me. And it has gotten me into trouble. It has lost me friends And failed to influence people. But I realize that it is a balance. God can only direct in such things. And I am also growing in my understanding. I am figuring it out as I go, painstakingly. But I must admit that it is working. I am able to do far more with what I have Than I was once able to do. And I am learning much From the fat and lean times of life. But I treasure them both. I invite them both, Each in it’s season. And through the ups and downs, I come, more and more, to realize That life is not scarce. It is abundant. There is plenty and to spare, Whether we meet our needs and share With those less fortunate, Or sup from the table prepared For those who have fallen out. |
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