The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
We show our adoration by going to visit Christ in the tabernacle or exposed in the monstrance. Would it not indeed be a failing in respect to neglect the divine Guest who awaits us? He dwells there, really present, He who was present in the crib, at Nazareth, upon the mountains of Judea, in the supper-room, upon the Cross. It is the same Jesus who said to the Samaritan woman, 'If thou didst know the gift of God!'
Richard wrote a mental diary in his head. Dear Diary, he began. On Friday I had a job, a fiance, a home, and a life that made sense. (Well, as much as an life makes sense). Then I found an injured girl bleeding on the pavement and I tried to be Good Samaritan. Now I've got no fiance, no home, no job, and I'm walking around a couple of hundred feet under the streets of London with the projected life expectancy of a suicidal fruit fly.
You find people ready enough to do the Samaritan, without the oil and twopence.
I have always believed that the Good Samaritan went across the road to the wounded man just because he wanted to.
No one would remember the Good Samaritan if he'd only had good intentions; he had money as well.
The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: 'If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?' But. . . the good Samaritan reversed the question: 'If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?'
Justice goes across racial and economic barriers - like the good Samaritan.
