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Who is My Neighbor? (Bonus)

Who is My Neighbor? (Bonus)

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 Welcome to a special bonus episode of the Grace for All podcast. With this episode, we are stepping out of our normal format to bring you this 25-minute reflection by Herb Sadler. In it Herb takes us deeply into one of Jesus' most famous stories: the Parable of the Good Samaritan. We hope you enjoy this episode.The Christian faith comes down to the great commandment. If you distill it, the essence of Christian living is to love God and love your neighbor with equal regard to yourself. The two most famous and best-loved stories Jesus told were the Prodigal Son—about our relationship with God—and the Good Samaritan—about our relationships with other people.It is recorded in the 10th chapter of Luke's gospel, and it happened like this. There was a group of people and an expert in religious law asked Jesus a question: “Teacher, what do I need to do to have eternal life?”And Jesus said, “Well, you know the scripture. What do you think?”And the man replied by quoting Deuteronomy 6:5, “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and soul and mind and strength.” And then he added Leviticus 19:18, “...and love your neighbor as you love yourself.”Jesus said, “That's it. You got it.”Then the lawyer asked the second question. He said, “Well, who is my neighbor?”Great question. In other words, who is it I am supposed to love? And in answer to that question, Jesus told a story.A man was traveling on a trip from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he was attacked by bandits. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him up, and left him half dead beside the road. Now, let me stop here. I know this road. I have traveled this road a dozen times or more. Jerusalem sits at a high altitude, approximately 2,500 feet above sea level. Jericho, just 17 miles away, is adjacent to the Dead Sea, 1,300 feet below sea level—the lowest point on the surface of the Earth. In other words, in those 17 miles, you lose three-quarters of a mile of altitude. So, it's all downhill. And once you clear Jerusalem, there's nothing. There are rocks and hills and wadis and maybe the occasional ragged Bedouin tent with a couple of goats, and that's it. Nothing. And the ancient road ran parallel to the modern road, and people knew that it was a favorite hideout spot for bandits.And so this happened. They stripped him, beat him, and left him half dead beside the road. Now, by chance, a priest came along. But when he saw the man lying there, he crossed to the other side of the road and passed him by. A temple assistant walked over and looked at him lying there, but he also passed by on the other side.Then a Samaritan came along, and when he saw the man, he felt compassion for him. Going over to him, the Samaritan soothed his wounds with olive oil and wine, bandaged them, put the man on his own donkey, and took him to an inn where he took care of him. The next day he handed the innkeeper two silver coins telling him, “Take care of the man. If the bill runs higher than this, the next time I'm here, I'll pay you.”“Now, which of these three would you say was a neighbor to the man who was attacked by bandits?” Jesus asked.The man replied, “The one who showed him mercy.”And Jesus said, “Yes, now you go and do the same.”In this story, there are three groups of people, and every character in the story represents a group of folks, as we shall see.The First Group: Those Who Are HurtThere are all kinds of ways of being hurt. Physically, emotionally, spiritually, relationally, financially—all kinds of ways of being hurt. So, who fits in this category? Who are those who hurt? Well, sometimes it's you, and it's me. We've already heard it in the joys and concerns period. I have a son dying with cancer, and it hurts. Some of you have lost a spouse; the Bones have lost a child. You got somebody you love who has Alzheimer's. You're estranged from somebody you love. Every one of us sooner or later hurts. And even when we don't, the people around us do.For many years, I had the same routine when I was working. I would get up about 5:30 in the morning. Barbara is an early riser, but not that early. So, I would slip away, drive down to the local Waffle House, go in, turn right, last booth, sit there. All the waitresses knew me. I knew all of them. I knew their stories. They would bring me a cup of coffee and a glass of water and leave me alone until I needed another cup of coffee. And I would read the newspaper, and I would meditate, and I would work on a sermon a little bit. I spent an hour or so, six days a week, early morning.On Saturdays, though, I would come in later, 9:00 or 9:30. So this had to be on a Saturday. The parking lot was full, the restaurant was full, somebody was in my booth. So I just stood there at the high counter waiting for a stool, and the guy finished his breakfast, and I sat down. The person who came over to serve me was a haggard-looking young woman. I didn't know her. I knew all the waitresses. So, they had ...
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