Stephen Baldwin
NT: Luke 10.25-37
The $11 Letter
Parables
are meant to shock. To challenge. To make you say hmmmm. Which makes it hard when we’ve heard them all
our lives, a hundred times. Everybody
knows the story of the good Samaritan.
And everybody knows what it means, right? Be kind even to people you don’t know.
It’s even
become part of our everyday language. We
talk about good Samaritans who found our wallet or helped us change a
tire. We love a good good Samaritan
story, don’t we? They make us feel
good. Deep down inside.
But
parables…are meant to shock. To
disturb. To push the boundaries. What was so shocking about this parable was
who did the good deed. Jews hated
Samaritans. Samaritans hated Jews. They viewed one another as less than
human. So Jesus tells a room full of
Jews a story about a Samaritan who does a good thing. Not only does he help the man dying on the
road when the people you would expect to do that—the priest and the Levite
refuse to—but he pays for the man to have shelter…and he goes even further
saying he will pay any other bills the man incurs while he recovers. And then there’s the real kicker. Jesus asks the Jewish lawyer who wants to know
who his neighbor is, “Who showed mercy?”
“The
Samaritan.”
Jesus affirms
that reply. “Yes, be like him.” Sometimes we’ve heard the story so many times
the shock is lost on us. Until we are in
need of mercy, as we have been the last two-plus weeks. And then we are reminded.
You all could probably tell a few
good Samaritan stories, couldn’t you?
People who you’d never seen before to help clean your house. Old friends from days gone by who sent supplies
or donations to help people. Did you
know we had a workcamp from NC that already comes twice a year but they came a
third time on a day’s notice to do flood relief? I’ve got one more story for
you. Some of you may have already heard it, but some things bear
repeating.
One day
this week I opened the mail and found a letter from a nine year old boy from
Morgantown. His name is Daishon Kelly. I’ve never met him before. His mom read some of my online updates on the
flooding, shared them with him, and he decided to write me a letter. (Pictured below.)
Now, I don’t cry often,
because I’m the ugliest crier you’ve ever seen.
But that letter made me cry like a baby.
He included his $11 allowance, which he said was all he had. It turns out that his life is full of
challenges of his own. His father died
when he was very young. He has a type of
juvenile arthritis that sometimes makes it hard to get out of bed in the
morning. But when he saw pictures of
flooding here in Greenbrier County, he took out his wallet, picked up his $11
allowance, and sent it to our church to help people who are hurting.
Is that a
good Samaritan story? You better believe
it is. But not for the reason you might
think. Did the boy show kindness and
selflessness to people he didn’t know?
You bet he did. But the real
reason it’s a good Samaritan story is because he is the last person you would
expect to send everything he had to help put this community back together. He’s a nine year old child with $11 to his
name, and I hear Jesus asking us, “Who showed mercy?”
Daishon
did.
“Yes, go
and be like him.” Parables are meant to
shock. To challenge. To make you say hmmm. The parable of the good Samaritan reminds us
that what makes us good is what we are willing to do for those who can do
nothing for us in return. It teaches us
that mercy is given. It shows us that
when someone inspires that kind of goodness, it grows…exponentially. And a simple letter with $11 inside from a
child we don’t even know becomes the cornerstone of rebuilding an entire
community. Amen? Amen.
1 comment:
I love it that you are putting the text of the sermons on the web page! I can read it before I have decided that I want to read it. I am so much more likely to read it than to click on a link, and a hundred times more likely to read it than to listen to it. Thanks for your persistence in trying new things to make the word available to all of us.
Kay
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