Story based on “The Good
Samaritan” found in Luke 10:25-37.
Ponderings based on a
journal entry by Marc Ulrich,
a man who is learning what
it means to “love your neighbor.”
Once upon a time there was a child. An innocent child who experienced from a
terribly young age what it means to live in a harsh world full of sin and evil
and broken people who hurt one another. Her
parents, the very ones who were supposed to love her and protect her, were
unable to do so. Instead of being fed
and clothed and cleaned, she was naked and cold. Hungry and soiled. She wept tears of pain and loneliness,
longing for someone to love her. But instead
of receiving soothing caresses when she cried, she was beaten. “Shut up!,” they screamed into her terrified
face. And then they abandoned her,
leaving her half dead.
A man passed by.
A nicely-dressed, well-educated man who loved the Lord and had dedicated
his life to studying God’s Word and teaching others the truths of the
gospel. What perfect timing! When the child saw him approaching, a small
glimmer of hope sparked in her heart.
Hope that someone, finally, had come to rescue her.
