Battered, wounded, alone, left for dead. The man in the story of the Good Samaritan illustrates the place that so many of us are at. When I read the story of the Godd Samaritan my immediate response is to focus on the actions of the Samaritan or the men who passed by the poor beaten man. But looking back I find that I relate so many times with the man who was beaten. torn down by overwhileming stress and the doubts that cloud my vision, I find myself in the same place. The difference is I continue to struggle to stand back up on my own bruised and sprained legs relying only on my fading strength. I walk up to the very thing that has beaten me down in the first place and allow it to happen again just so I can keep face. Then the cycle starts all over. I never allow the Good Samaritan to nurse me back to helath. Instead I react to the others traveller's that ignore my existence. I try to pull myself together in order to portray myself in a porper light for these people. I pray that we, myself included, would allow ourselves to be taken care of and strengthened. I pray that God would press upon us the desire he has to be our Good Samaritan. The desire he has to place us on his own donkey and to take us to a safe haven where he can renew our strength. I pray he presses on us in a way that makes us wait for him and his mercies.
(Luke 10:25-37)
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