Luke 10:25-37
25 One day an expert in religious law stood up to test Jesus by asking him this question: “Teacher, what should I do to inherit eternal life?”
26 Jesus replied, “What does the law of Moses say? How do you read it?”
27 The man answered, “‘You must love the Lord your God with all your heart, all your soul, all your strength, and all your mind.’ And, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”[c]
28 “Right!” Jesus told him. “Do this and you will live!”
29 The man wanted to justify his actions, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
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[d] 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,[e] 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.”

Dear God, I’m not sure if many people have ever told this story from the Samaritan’s perspective.

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Once upon a time a Samaritan was walking down a mountain road from Jericho to Jerusalem. He was traveling home to his family in Sychar. Since most of the people on this road were Jewish, if they knew he was a Samaritan they would instantly disdain him, perhaps even calling out insults to him. The best way to survive on this road was to walk with confidence, keep to himself, and even try to come across as a little angry or intimidating.

As he walked, he overheard two men talking. He couldn’t make it all out, but he heard something about a man up the road and they were saying there was nothing they could do. Intrigued, he continued his journey, kind of keeping an eye out for what the two men had seen.

Then he saw the victim. He assumed he was a victim of a crime because he was lying between two boulders with no clothes on. He was bloody and severely injured, but the Samaritan knew someone must have done this to him because of the missing clothes. Surely, no one would have stolen the clothes after this had happened because they would have been too bloody to be desirable.

The Samaritan looked to see if there was anyone else nearby who might help the man, or at least help him help the man. But no one was there. His first thought was to pray. “Father, I don’t know if this man even has a chance of living. Please help him and show me what to do.”

He approached the man and, though he was bloody and beaten, his breathing was strong. It looked like all of his injuries were on the outside. He tried to figure out a way to help the man without touching him because touching him would mean getting bloody and being unclean for days. That would impact how he celebrated the Sabbath. Maybe he could just give the man some clothes and water and let him get himself to Jerusalem. No, the man to too beaten for that. The Sun was too hot and he wouldn’t be able to recover enough on his own. He needed help.

It was only then, as he started to bandage and clothe the man in clothes from the Samaritan’s pack and prepare him to be put up on his donkey that it occurred to him that this man was Jewish. Would he be angry that a Samaritan Was helping him? Would he come to and be angry? Maybe he should clothe him, make him easier for someone else to stop and help, and then move on.

No, this man needed help. The Samaritan put the man on his donkey just as two other travelers walked by. He shook his head as the travelers never made eye contact and obviously went out of their way to ignore him. Then they started to Jerusalem. Luckily for the Samaritan, that was his destination, and, at this point, it was closer than Jericho.

When he got to Jerusalem, he went to three inns before he finally found someone who was willing to deal with both a Samaritan and a man who was nearly dead. They checked into the room and the Samaritan placed the injured man in the bed. He took off the bandages he had placed on the victim out on the road and redressed his wounds. By now, the man was coming around and talking a little, though he was very confused. The Samaritan told him to just rest. Don’t try to talk. Just rest.

They spent the night together, with the Samaritan making a makeshift mattress on the floor while the victim was in the bed. The next morning, the Samaritan had to strike a deal with the innkeeper, who himself seemed to be a good man. “Please care for this man until he is well enough to go out on his own,” he pleaded with the innkeeper. “Here is enough money to cover what it should cost, but I come through Jerusalem often so if it ends up being more, I’ll come back by and settle up with you then.”

The innkeeper agreed and took charge of the victim. With that, the Samaritan packed his things and continued his journey back home to Sychar. As he made his way through the city, he prayed, “Father, please take care of that man. Thank you for keeping him alive and for the provision of an innkeeper who would continue his care. I’m sorry for judging him and so many others like him. I’m sorry for being afraid of him and of you. Thank you for changing my heart through this experience. May my life be a prayer to you. Amen.”

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In Jesus name I pray,

Amen