A man went from Jerusalem to Jericho the story begins. A robbery and a violent assault is followed by desertation to die. Then, fortunately we think, for the dying victim, a series of upstanding citizens come along. The hope is soon snuffed out when these nice, religious, civic-minded would be rescuers turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to the groans of pain and the bleeding wounds. Instead of stopping to help, they selfishly go on their way using, as an excuse, the very religious or patriotic causes they profess to espouse. Then comes the lone figure down the dark road. He is of another race. He is of another culture. He is a stranger. Yet this unlikely alien stops. He is tender, gentle, caring. He bathes the wounds. He offers a drink. He lifts the broken victim and transports him to a healing place. Who is this unlikely rescuer who fits none of the stereotypes of a minister of healing? And who is this man who walks wth each of us in this valley of the shadow of death? Who is this stranger who knows what we need, knows where we hurt, knows the invisible pain to which others are blind and deaf? Who shows up on the narrow, dark, dangerous Jericho road of our lives just when we think we will surely die? JESUS CARES FOR YOU! Nice Weekend.
Posted on: Sat, 03 Aug 2013 10:28:36 +0000
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