Monday, April 12, 2010

Heavy Hearted

How do we see horrible things such as the African children who are dying, and within hours continue with our lives, complaining that we don't "enough," as defined by the American way of life?  It's only money and a ranking of creditworthiness, it's not like you are watching your children starve to death while you have nothing to combat it with.

How do we hear that a friend of our brother's was found by his wife with a bullet in his head, put there by himself, and within hours resume a marital spat that began earlier in the day?  At least you still have your husband, with whom to argue.

How do our children see someone else exclude another child and feel comfortable not saying anything to either party, within hours saying, "Well I didn't lock her out?"  No, but you didn't let her back in either.

How did two men, charged with doing God's work as their livelihoods, pass by one of their own, injured on a stranded highway?  How was it that an outsider was the one who did right?

"A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he fell into the hands of robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. 31A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. 32So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. 33But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. 34He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, took him to an inn and took care of him. 35The next day he took out two silver coins[c] and gave them to the innkeeper. 'Look after him,' he said, 'and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.'

It's the human condition, I fear, to come back to self and attempt to preserve self, at the cost of others often.

Trying not to be that way....


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