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March 09

A church member was driving his pastor along a busy freeway when they came upon an accident scene. A car was overturned on the center strip, and a man was standing by the overturned car, dazed—his face smeared in blood. A police officer directed traffic by the scene. All this was taken in at a glance as the two drove slowly by the scene. After traveling several hundred yards past the scene, the driver suddenly braked, pulled over, and stopped, saying, “Holy smoke, pastor, that was my brother.”

Sometimes as we go barreling down the highway of life, we fail to notice those by the roadside who are hurting.

Jesus told the parable of four men involved in a similar drama, which we call “The Good Samaritan.” It was not a super highway, but it was a highway. The highway was a lonely road from Jerusalem to Jericho. A traveler was on his way to Jericho when robbers set upon him, beat him terribly, and took everything he had. Three other men, also traveling alone, came upon the scene. Two of the lone travelers, seeing the desperately hurt man at two separate times, didn’t want to be involved and passed by on the other side. They didn’t want to be involved, but they were. They saw him . . . and they left him.

Finally the third man came along—a foreigner, a hated Samaritan. He stopped, bound up the victim’s wounds, put him on his own beast, took him to the nearest inn, cared for him overnight, and left money with the innkeeper to continue the man’s care. He also promised the innkeeper to reimburse him for any further expense when he returned.

That’s brotherhood.