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Videos of Jesus Christ – Your Good Samaritan Moment

Sitting on the far end of the row of chairs in Sunday School — trying to avoid Bob at all costs — our teacher told the parable of the good Samaritan.

“When can you be a good Samaritan?” he asked. “When can you be kind to someone who is despised?”

Your Good Samaritan Moment

I glanced sideways down the row without turning my head. Maybe Bob would understand. Maybe he would finally get it. Maybe he would raise his hand and say:

You know, I just realized that I’ve been really unkind to Alison for the past seven years just because she’s fat. Plus red hair. Oh, and the glasses and the freckles. Plus she’s a freak. But that’s probably wrong and maybe I need to ignore all those flaws and just let her be.

That might not sound like a compliment, but that’s what I hoped for. 

Instead, we all offered the typical, nondescript, impersonal — and yet most worthy of authoritative praise — answers. You know, like “when a new girl moves to our school” and “when we see the boy whose family is so poor he dresses funny.”

I wanted to jump up and down and scream, “Me, me, me, me!” But, of course, I tried to melt into the background instead.

A dear friend was overwhelmed with critical medical issues in her family. During a conversation, she mentioned in passing how she missed being able to take her kids out to get burgers and fries. Her days were filled with doctor visits, treatment, recovery, and trying to stay afloat with all the other demands of life.

A few days later, I drove to her boys’ favorite burger place and bought two enormous bags filled with various burgers and fries. With a heart literally bursting with love — because I actually took the time to act on my good intentions — I drove to her home and rang the bell.

She answered the door and invited me in…where I learned a different friend had taken the entire family to the beach for the day.

I left her with $58 worth of cold fries, for no reason at all.

A neighbor once told me she loved fresh farm corn more than anything in the world. In one of the rare moments when I actually pay attention to such small talk, I made a note that the first time I saw fresh ears of corn being sold at a roadside produce stand, I would grab a couple dozen and drop them off at her home.

When the day arrived, I excitedly drove to her home and knocked on the door. She invited me in to the family room to chat…where I immediately saw three dozen newly shucked ears of corn piled like a pyramid on her kitchen counter.

After talking for a few minutes, I picked up my unopened sack and skulked away.

How often do we walk right past those in need but don’t bother to notice — or at least don’t bother to act? Even though I’ve pleaded with God for others to help me, I do it all the time. I have my reasons.

I have a long and sordid history of failing miserably in my attempts to serve. Not only did the effort result in no real help to the other party, but also with me feeling like an idiot. I have been known to literally beg people to tell me what they need so that I don’t try to wing it on my own in utter failure.

Sometimes that is my excuse for not acting. But it probably won’t be sufficient when I’m asked to account for my actions. What to do? Maybe I need to learn to serve starting with very small and immediate things.

When can I be the good Samaritan? When I see:

  • the checker at the grocery store who is incompetently fumbling with the scanner
  • a young mom with a wiggly, noisy toddler she refuses to take out of a live performance
  • the neighbor with the new puppy that yaps all night long
  • the acquaintance who tells me my daughter might be talented enough to take her daughter’s place upon graduation
  • the gospel doctrine teacher who drones on and on and never asks for class participation
  • the insensitive bishop who misreads a situation and causes longterm testimony problems
  • the child who ignores the 400th patient, loving request for chores to get done
  • the telemarketer who calls during dinner, won’t stop reading the script, and is showing attitude about your request to be taken off their calling list
  • the texting teen right in front of me at the movie theater
  • the school administrator insisting that my children will never succeed in life if they don’t take the “lifetime activities” class
  • the neighbor whose weeds are growing two feet onto my driveway
  • the strangers who drive to my house and march through my side yard to take their kids to play on my swing set in my backyard
  • the friend who offers to help at your son’s open house then calls 15 minutes beforehand to say she’s decided to have dinner with her friend, Carol, instead
  • the man who always thinks he is dying of something and wants to diagnose everyone else as well
  • the skinny girl who loves to talk about how everyone could look like her if they weren’t so lazy
  • the woman who always makes a point to talk about how no one in your city is friendly and how lonely she is, but forgets that she’s rebuffed four separate invitations to join you for an event

Here’s the thing. When you hear a Primary lesson or watch a church video, everything is crystal clear. The perpetrator looks sinister — nothing like me! — and the victim is sympathetic — nothing like the bratty, disrespectful kid in the theater or the inconsiderate neighbor who doesn’t care about anyone but himself.

In real life, however, it’s never that easy. The victim has flaws and the perpetrator has justifications. And sometimes it’s hard to tell which is which because there’s a lot of back and forth going on.

I’m satisfied (intellectually, if not in practice) that my life’s mission is not to make everything completely fair. My mission is to notice— again and again and again — when I’m not hanging onto that big fat slippery iron rod and to figure out which way to go to get back on the straight and narrow path.

That path is almost always strewn with the battered bodies of other people who are hurting just as much as I am and hoping for some love, accommodation, and mercy.

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  • Holly April 3, 2014, 1:59 pm

    I love this! I was just thinking about something similar today. I visited a few minutes with a neighbor and felt she was rather rude and abrupt, especially to my kids, yet at the same time she was trying to be friendly. I realized I have to make an effort to SEE the good and ignore the bad. It’s not so cut and dry as a movie makes things out to be.

    When you are an outside observer to a situation it’s easier to see what is right or wrong. When you are in the middle of a situation where someone is driving you crazy it’s much more difficult to take a breath, step back and see where you could be a little more helpful/forgiving/etc.

  • Alison Moore Smith April 3, 2014, 2:16 pm

    Holly, thank you.

    I tell you, it’s much easier to “step back and see where you could be a little more helpful/forgiving/etc.” when I’m sitting at my computer blogging about charity than when I’m — just as a TOTALLY RANDOM HYPOTHETICAL EXAMPLE — responding to a bunch of people piling on about a LinkedIn post when they apparently haven’t bothered to read the post about which they are so opinionated.

    As if that would ever happen. 🙂
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  • E April 3, 2014, 6:07 pm

    This is seriously one of the best things I have ever read on the internet. You are amazing.

  • Ginger April 4, 2014, 5:13 am

    Thank you so much— this was a beautiful read. Last month, with the VT message about letting the light of Christ shine forth, I thought about how we really do that. And I realized that it is every day little interactions that have the biggest impact on how my day is going. If someone compliments me, I am lifted up. When another driver slows down to let me out of a parking lot when I am turning left, I am grateful, and again lifted up. Two minor examples, but they bring me happiness. Likewise, if someone is mad at me about something (two teenagers in our house, and counting), it can really be a bummer for me. Of course, these aren’t long term feelings, but what it says it that likewise, I can and need to be doing the small things to help lift others and make their day brighter.
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  • Alison Moore Smith April 4, 2014, 10:36 am

    E, my goodness. Thank you. I guess I’m amazing in not being amazing! 🙂 Some things just come so hard and slow to me.

    Ginger, such good points. Isn’t that true? And, hey, I had three teenage girls at a time, so I hear you! Sometimes you just want to tape a sign to your back that says, “Hate on me!”
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  • Ashley A April 5, 2014, 8:59 pm

    I loved this. You nearly made me cry! Thank you for reminding me that it’s okay to be a human!

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