Tonight, at revival, the preacher talked about the parable of the good Samaritan found in Luke 10:25- 37. We all know the story; a Jew was traveling to Jerusalem and he was robbed of his clothing and beaten up really badly. A priest passed by, and then a Levite and neither did anything. But then a Samaritan (who Jews hated) came across him and poured wine on his injuries and put him on his own donkey and took him to an inn and promised to cover whatever the charges would be to take care of him. The preacher then began to explain that the equivalency to the Levite would be a Christian and of course the priest would be equivalent to a preacher.
If somebody had beaten me up and stolen my cloths and left me for dead and a preacher and a fellow Christian looked at me and passed me by I would be terribly hurt. But then, if somebody who I swore to hate showed me such compassion and mercy, I think I would have to change the way I look at things.
Then the preacher asked "How many people who are in need are you going to pass on the way home tonight?" It cut through me like a knife. Then he asked "Who are you putting in a box?" Meaning, who am I harboring judgement over, or who am I making into a Samaritan? That also cut through me like a knife. You see, I have judged plenty of people and I have put myself above plenty of people. That means that I'm no better than the Levite or the the priest.
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