The Samaritan who helps the wounded man
From a race which despised him.
Going out of his way
And out of pocket
For a man he did not know,
Who could not repay him
Whom he might never meet again.
And what did he gain from
This random kindness and senseless act of beauty?
Not money, he landed up out of pocket
Not time, he lavished it.
Just random things:
An immortality in our collective memory,
Becoming a living inspiration,
But especially, he got to be a Son of God.
And if you do good to those who are good to you,
what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that.
But love your enemies, do good to them,
and lend to them without expecting to get anything back.
Then your reward will be great,
and you will be children of the Most High,
because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. (Luke 6:33)
He got to be a Son of God most high
And all the blessings of his Father’s household:
Peace, joy–and a smile
Who is my neighbour?
Whom should I help?
Helping those who have helped me,
Or will help me, is a despicable calculation, Lord.
Within my limitations of time, calling and energy,
Let me open my hands wide, Lord
As you do, generously,
Letting your sun shine
And our rain fall lavishly, on everyone,
For lavishness is your nature.
Change my heart, oh Lord.