Let me tell you a story:
A man was traveling from one town to another hoping to get home before dinner. As he was walking along the road, about half way between the two towns, some people attacked him. They took all the money he had with him and all the valuable things that he carried. They beat him severely and left him to die in the ditch. The man was in agonizing pain. His left eye was swollen shut and blood trickled down from his face. His nose bent at an unhealthy angle and his lip was split open. The rest of his body was in even worst condition. He couldn’t stand and was struggling to breath.
As the man laid there, unable to move, he heard footsteps. He tried to see who was coming scared that it was the thieves coming back, but he couldn’t see anyone. A few moments later, a highly regarded priest strolled into view. The man moaned, in hopes of being helped, but the priest took one small glance at the man, scowled and hurried passed on the other side of the street. The man’s spirit deflated. He felt hopeless until he heard more footsteps about an hour later. This time the sound was coming from in front of him where he could just make out the worship leader at a church in his community. His heart filled with hope and he tried to make a noise, move, something, but he couldn’t muster the strength. The worship leader, having heard a quiet garble of frustration from the man, looked in his direction. Disgust quickly filled her face as she crossed to the other side of the road and hurried on her way. The man gave up. He closed his eyes and waited for whatever was to come next, the pain quickly becoming too much to handle any longer. But not twenty minutes later, a despised man with no home came down the road. When the homeless man saw what a terrible condition the man was in, he rushed over to help, cleaning and bandaging the wounds etched into the hurt man’s body. Then he helped the hurting man to town where he paid for a hotel with what little money he had and took care of the man in terrible condition. The next day, the homeless man paid for the hotel and told the maid to take care of the man he had brought. He also said that if the rent for the room was more than what he had given, he’d come back and pay for it next time he was in town.
To read the real story, look at Luke 10:30-37
Jesus uses this parable while a religious leader was trying to test him by asking what you had to do to inherit the kingdom of heaven. Jesus replied "To love the Lord your God... and to love your neighbor as yourself, but then the man asked, "Who is my neighbor?". (Luke 10:25-29)
Jesus then told the story of the Good Samaritan. I used this story today to try to explain the way I understand it. To me, this story shows that our neighbors are anyone and everyone who could be in need of help and since we never know who needs help, that could be anyone. I mean literally anyone. This story shows an extreme, case, but there are little things like carrying something for someone who doesn't have enough hands to carry all of their stuff. It could also be listening to someone for a couple of minutes or saying something encouraging as you pass by. It could be anything. God just wants you to pay attention to others needs. Not just your own. He wants you to care for each of your fellow human beings. He doesn't want one of them to neglected. So, please, care for one another. Don't say hurtful things. Just show each other some friendly love, care. Take care of your friends and your enemies.
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I am Bridges or at least on here I am. Basically, I am a teen. I have many hopes and dreams, many fears and insecurities that I let hold me back. There is so much that goes on in my life. Sometimes it is a struggle, and that what this site is about.
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