"Never forget to do good and to share what you have
with others, because sacrifices like these are very pleasing to God." -
- Hebrews 13:16
It was one of those cold Detroit nights,
the kind where rain hurts and the moon refused to hide behind clouds that
shrouded its glow. There, broken down by
the side of the road, Glen spotted an eyesore that could only be referred to as
a "car" by someone who was either a liar or a good friend. An unsightly
mixture of rust and grey primer marked the vehicle’s exterior.
He could think of a dozen more reasons not to stop on this
dangerous stretch of freeway. Surely the
Highway Patrol would be along soon. In
his best wool suit, he wasn’t dressed for auto repairs anyway. Hell, he was the world’s worst mechanic; his
kids nicknamed him ‘Mr. What’s-a-wrench.’ Once when his engine light came on,
he bought a can of 10W-30, and proceeded to pour its contents into the
transmission. The boys down at the
garage suggested he get a horse.
"It was your serpentine belt," the man explained,
wiping greasy hands on his pants. "It slipped off. It's pretty worn. You should take it to a mechanic; get a new
one put on."
She tried to give the Samaritan some money, but he declined
and waved as she drove off. It wasn't until the two men started walking
toward their cars that Glen noticed the Samaritan’s family sitting in their
station wagon, waiting patiently. "Do
you stop and help people like this often?"
Glen asked.
He shrugged.
"Somebody has to," he said.
"What's she gonna do if nobody helps?" For him, that was reason enough.
If we truly want to walk in Jesus’ footsteps, then we need
to ask ourselves that question, too. No
matter how many reasons not to.
Glancing in her rearview mirror, she realized something
about the stranger who stopped to help. Somehow
he appeared every time she was in trouble.
He never looked the same; sometimes he's a woman. His age and ethnicity vary. But he's always there.
He’s the best part of what makes us human – the spontaneous
kindness of a stranger, the invisible cord binding us together that makes life
worthwhile.
Almighty Father, when I find myself immersed in the clutter and bustle,
annoyed by long lines, baffled about how I'll get everything done, remind
me: One of the people in that crowd is
the stranger. Today, maybe it should be
me! Amen