The Good Samaritan, A Victim's Point of View (Luke 10:30-35)
Many times when we read the stories in Scripture, we seldom think about what a particular character may be thinking or feeling. Recently, I had the opportunity to meditate on the story of the Good Samaritan and was able to focus in on the victim of the story, the man who was robbed and left for dead in the road. The following is my interpretation of the experience from the victim's perspective.
"Well, I'm halfway to Jericho and it's getting late. My friends warned me that the way I chose to travel was dangerous but it was the shortest route. Wait, what's that up ahead? It looks like a road block. Oh, great! This is going to add more time to my journey. It looks like there are some people up ahead. Maybe they would be willing to help me. Hmm, they don't look very friendly. "Hey, where do you think you're going?" I hear one of them say. "I'm trying to get to Jericho." I reply. "What's in those bags?" they ask. "Some of my wares that I'm taking to sell in Jericho. Please sirs, I'm already late and it's starting to get dark." "Well, let's take a look and see what you've got!" "No sirs, please let me pass." The next thing I remember is the pain of feeling a punch to my face and head then everything went black. I was awakened by the feeling of cold as I shivered. I realized my clothes were gone as well as all my belongings and my donkey. Every part of my being hurt and I couldn't move or call out for help.
Suddenly, through blurred vision, I see a figure approaching. "Oh No!" I thought. "I hope one of those men isn't returning to finish me off." The figure approaches and I recognize the clothing of a priest. "Thank You, Yahweh." I think to myself. "You have sent me help." The priestly figure stops momentarily, looking me over with a sense of uncertainty and continues on his way. "Wait!"my mind screams out. "Where are you going?" "Surely Yahweh has sent you to help me!" I fall unconscious again. I'm awakened by yet another sound of approaching footsteps. Another figure approaches. Perhaps this will be my rescuer. As he draws closer, I can tell through my swollen eyes that he is another Jewish brother. "Thank You, Yahweh for not abandoning me." The figure approaches, looks me over, and begins to depart. I am beside myself! "What are you doing?" I thought. I wish I could speak but my thoughts won't come together and my lips are too swollen. "Oh, Yahweh! Is this how it's supposed to end? Left here to die by the roadside? Have You no mercy for me?"
Once again, my eyes are directed towards yet another figure approaching. I cannot make out who he is. There are no robes or any indication of his background. I wanted to feel hopeful but my despair overwhelmed me and the pain reminded me that I was truly helpless. As the figure approached, I waited for him to stop, look me over, and continue on his way. Instead, to my surprise, he gets off his donkey and approaches. As he got closer, I recognized the familiar features of a Samaritan. My heart began to race. I had heard stories about these people. They were despised as half-breeds and not worthy of socializing with. What's he going to do? Maybe when he realizes I am a Jew, he will finish me off. He looks me over, then starts to walk back to his donkey. He's probably going to abandon me, just like the others. But wait, he's taking some things out of one of the bags on his donkey. He's coming back! I look into his eyes and instead of seeing hate, I see compassion. He begins to bandage my wounds after he pours oil and wine over them. Then he helps me to my feet, cradling me ever so gently to cushion my pain. He places me on his donkey and begins to move down the road. Where is he taking me? Maybe he's going to dump me off a cliff. But why would he go through all that trouble of taking care of my wounds?
I don't remember how long the journey was, but when I woke up, I recognized the familiar inn that I often passed by in my travels. He helped me off the donkey and carried me inside. I thought to myself, "I can't stay here! I have no money." After helping me sit down, I saw him approach the innkeeper. I could only make out bits and pieces of the conversation but I saw the man remove some money from a pouch and give it to the innkeeper. I was able to hear the man tell the innkeeper to take care of me and provide me with whatever I needed. The man told the innkeeper he would cover any extra costs for my care that went beyond the initial down payment. He then looked at me and I saw him smile and those compassionate eyes somehow touched something deep inside my spirit. My swollen face and bruised lips would not allow me to offer a thank you to this stranger, but it was enough that I felt loved and cared for, the way Yahweh had commanded us to love our neighbor as we love ourselves. In a strange way, I no longer cared about the material things that had been taken from me because this feeling of Yahweh's love made everything all right. Blessed be His Name!"
I pray this story was a blessing to you,
Pastor Sheree