The Good Samaritan
This is a post at a brother-in-Christ and lifetime friend, Imaginations in Unity, entitled "The Good Samaritan ". One of the best composition of this amazing story I have heard. Enjoy!
A man staggered out of a bar, his breath laced with the smell of his night of exploits. Stumbling down an alley lined with trash, both human and material, he came face to face with what can only be described as a "large group of men." Not sure of his surroundings nor completely cognizant of what was about to happen, he proceeded to wade through the group of individuals, each eyeing him as he passed. As he reached the final man, believing he was going to escape this situation, something struck him from behind. His stride began to increase in speed and he believed he was escaping their grasp, yet as he reached the main thorough fair, a hand yanked him back. A few days later, when asked about the incident, he would only be able to recall this detail.
When the ruffians had finished their business, this poor soul wandered into the street and collapsed. Just as he made his last attempt to crawl, a man, well known for the large cross around his neck and his ample claims to "Christian" fame, passed by. He only allowed himself to look down and gasp at the sight he saw, uttering to himself that someone should help this man. Yet, unbeknownst to this "man of God," there were several needy souls watching his every move. Turning a blind eye once more to this poor man, the "man of God" proceeded on, trying to wipe the memory of this man from his mind.
Just as the beaten man passed from consciousness, the local bishop stepped out his door and surveyed the landscape of the world in front of him. As he cast his gaze upon this lone member that society forgot, he pontificated about how glad he was that he was not like this poor man in the street. "If only someone would help him," said the bishop to no one in particular. Looking at his watch, he returned to his domicile, realizing he had something in the oven.
As the sun began to come over the horizon, this poor child of God had lain in the street for quite some time. The local gentleman's club was closing, and its patrons, if they could be called such, were exiting through the front door to return to a world they had long forgot the night before. A door in the alley opened, and out walked an employee of this fine gentleman's club. Her make-up was worn away with sweat, and her body had been mistreated by many. She clutched in her hands the night's earnings, realizing that she may be able to pay the rent this month. When she came upon the beaten drunk, smelling the blood mixed with alcohol, she immediately felt pity on the man and knelt by his side. Brushing back his blood caked hair, she saw that he was still breathing and in need of medical attention. She ran back into her place of business, and emerged once again with the bouncer, who helped load the man into her car. He told her she was crazy for helping this poor sap, but she ignored his blind judgments. Driving straight to the hospital, she stopped with a screech at the emergency room doors. Running in, she returned with a wheelchair and a nurse. Once she felt comfortable that the man was getting medical attention, she laid all her earnings on the nurse's station, and uttered that if this was not enough, she would return the next morning to pay the man's bills.
She walked out under the awkward gaze of every person in the place, realizing how absurd this may have looked. She needed to get home, her next shift would start in a few hours and she still needed to get her daughter off to school.
Paid in Full
A man staggered out of a bar, his breath laced with the smell of his night of exploits. Stumbling down an alley lined with trash, both human and material, he came face to face with what can only be described as a "large group of men." Not sure of his surroundings nor completely cognizant of what was about to happen, he proceeded to wade through the group of individuals, each eyeing him as he passed. As he reached the final man, believing he was going to escape this situation, something struck him from behind. His stride began to increase in speed and he believed he was escaping their grasp, yet as he reached the main thorough fair, a hand yanked him back. A few days later, when asked about the incident, he would only be able to recall this detail.
When the ruffians had finished their business, this poor soul wandered into the street and collapsed. Just as he made his last attempt to crawl, a man, well known for the large cross around his neck and his ample claims to "Christian" fame, passed by. He only allowed himself to look down and gasp at the sight he saw, uttering to himself that someone should help this man. Yet, unbeknownst to this "man of God," there were several needy souls watching his every move. Turning a blind eye once more to this poor man, the "man of God" proceeded on, trying to wipe the memory of this man from his mind.
Just as the beaten man passed from consciousness, the local bishop stepped out his door and surveyed the landscape of the world in front of him. As he cast his gaze upon this lone member that society forgot, he pontificated about how glad he was that he was not like this poor man in the street. "If only someone would help him," said the bishop to no one in particular. Looking at his watch, he returned to his domicile, realizing he had something in the oven.
As the sun began to come over the horizon, this poor child of God had lain in the street for quite some time. The local gentleman's club was closing, and its patrons, if they could be called such, were exiting through the front door to return to a world they had long forgot the night before. A door in the alley opened, and out walked an employee of this fine gentleman's club. Her make-up was worn away with sweat, and her body had been mistreated by many. She clutched in her hands the night's earnings, realizing that she may be able to pay the rent this month. When she came upon the beaten drunk, smelling the blood mixed with alcohol, she immediately felt pity on the man and knelt by his side. Brushing back his blood caked hair, she saw that he was still breathing and in need of medical attention. She ran back into her place of business, and emerged once again with the bouncer, who helped load the man into her car. He told her she was crazy for helping this poor sap, but she ignored his blind judgments. Driving straight to the hospital, she stopped with a screech at the emergency room doors. Running in, she returned with a wheelchair and a nurse. Once she felt comfortable that the man was getting medical attention, she laid all her earnings on the nurse's station, and uttered that if this was not enough, she would return the next morning to pay the man's bills.
She walked out under the awkward gaze of every person in the place, realizing how absurd this may have looked. She needed to get home, her next shift would start in a few hours and she still needed to get her daughter off to school.
Paid in Full
