Luke 10: 36-37. Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbour unto him that fell among thieves? And he said, He that shewed mercy on him.
Then Jesus said unto him, Go and do thou likewise. We’ve all heard the Good Samaritan Parable, where both a priest and a Levite, two supposedly Godly men, passed by a beaten man, while a Samaritan, held in lowly esteem by society, stopped and helped him. Well I just want to share some ‘Samaritanship’ I encountered on my trip. Labour Day Monday evening, after all the jamming on the Eastern Parkway finish, mih Aunty Anne and mihself walking back, dead tired, from the Museum to our car on Saratoga, that’s almost the entire Parkway. Halfway up, we decided to rest a spell, and I asked a brother, cleaning up his food stall, if he had anything cold to drink. Just some iced tea. How much? Nothing, going to throw it out anyway. After two large glasses each, of surprisingly good iced tea, we continued our trek, both commenting that we could not have made it without the energy it provided. Then, the first day I got lost in Philly, I was aimlessly driving around a parking lot in a small mall, looking for somebody to ask directions of, when suddenly I saw this brother in a small, red Toyota about to drive away. I blew my horn and stopped him. After a moment’s thought, he told me to follow him, he knew where it was, his mother used to be there, and he led me right to the door of the nursing home, then drove away with only a wave. Now, the next evening I was downtown Philly, in the rush hour, trying to find my way back again, when at a red light, this nice looking thirty somethingish sister pulled up beside me in a convertible. I obviously asked for assistance, and she pulled over to the side, then she too told me to follow her. At one point she stopped a taxi in the middle of the road, with angry horns honking all around her, and asked the driver for directions, then took me to a street that ran all the way up to the nursing home. But the most powerful encouragement was in Atlantic City at the cyber cafe. After writing the day’s Bit, I called the owner over, a middle aged Jewish businessman, and asked him to read it. He generously obliged. Halfway through, a smile lit up his face, then at the end, he said, send me that. Here’s my e-mail address and gave me his business card. I was surprised, but pleased. It gave me some motivation to keep on keeping on. Hn! As I keep on saying, the Good Lord does move in mysterious ways. Thank you Lance, and all the other people, whose names I don’t know, but who helped me when I needed it. So Friends, let’s all go and do likewise nuh. Please, because we don’t know whose life we’ll impact with some little kindness, through Our God’s machinations. LOVE! It’s a bit long today, but when it proclaims God’s goodness, nothing is ever too long.
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