Friday, 2 July 2010

Samaritan Sam.

Once upon a time an elderly man was making his way home through the park after a long day at work. Some youths set upon him. They were carrying knives. They mugged him, injured him badly and left him lying in a pool of blood.

A while later a city gent happened to pass by. He looked at the bleeding man on the ground and thought: This may be a trap. If I stop to help him someone might come out from the bushes and attack me. I'd better hurry home.

And so he did.

A few moments later another man happened to come along. He saw the elderly man on the ground and thought: I'd better pretend not to have seen him. If I stop and call the police and ambulance they will ask me a lot of questions. They will want a lot of information. I'll be a witness and I'll probably have to go to Court eventually to say what I saw. I really can't be bothered with all this. I'd better rush home.

And so he did.

A few minutes later a learned man came by. He had studied sociology, philosophy, and many other important subjects and he was now a famous professor at the local University whose opinion and views were often sought on matters of importance. He looked at the injured man on the ground and thought: Whoever did this needs help. They must be from an under-priviledged background and up-bringing. Poor souls!

And he hurried home thinking about modern society and decided to write a paper on crime and poverty.

Moral of the story: What a mess we made of this world in the 21st Century.


  1. I sometimes wonder if in this century anyone would even notice the old man lying there! A mess indeed!
    Thanks and God bless, Victor

  2. Hi Karinann,

    Sadly, you are right. Let me tell you a story.

    Years ago I worked in London. I commuted by train from home back and forth, two hours each way every day.

    One winter evening I was on my way home and went down the London Underground train station to travel for half-an-hour to my main Railway Station where I took another train home.

    As I was walking down the long corridors leading to the train platforms I noticed a well dressed man in a black suit sitting on the ground by the wall. I thought he couldn't be a beggar or such like person - too well dressed for that.

    As I approached him, his head was hunched a little forward on his chest. I spoke to him and he raised his head revealing a white collar.

    You can imagine my surprise - he was our priest from back home. What was he doing in London so far away?

    He recognised me and said he was in London for a meeting. As he got into the Underground Station he felt a little faint (probably lack of air) and just collapsed as his feet went from under him. He had a little blood on his forehead where he must have hit it against something.

    My first instincts were to call an ambulance and take him to hospital. He insisted on going back home because he said he had to officiate at a funeral the next day.

    I slowly picked him up from the floor. We walked slowly out of the Underground Station and took a taxi to the main Railway Station. There we took the train journey of two hours back to our home town; where I took him by taxi to his church.

    I still feel angry today when I think that nobody had bothered to stop and help him. The Underground Station was full of people walking to and fro and no one had bothered helping an elderly priest lying on the ground.

    This priest is dead now (RIP) but he must be looking down at our society and weeping at how callous we've become.

    God bless you Karinann.

  3. Victor- Thank you for sharing that story although a sad one it is as well as a sad commentary on society in general. Hopefully your priest friend is praying for us as well :)
    Thanks for stopping by my blog earlier.

  4. I think many people would pay no attention at all (to answer Karinann's question). Wishing you a happy Fourth, Victor!

  5. Hello Karinann and Elizabeth,

    Yes ... I hope that priest is praying for us.

    Happy July the 4th to you and your families Karinann and Elizabeth.

    God bless you always.

  6. Victor,

    Thank you for your offer of prayers at my blog. I need them and they are much appreciated. God bless.

  7. Hi Terry,

    I hope you are better soon.

    God bless.

  8. Victor, this was a very moving post. I liked your modern retelling, and I enjoyed the song version of the familiar Bible story.

    My first reaction to your story was, "how sad that people can be so cold." But then my conscience was pricked. I surely hope I wouldn't leave a stranger bleeding on the ground, but how many times have I come across people who are sad and in a mess, and I've been too busy with my life to bother getting close to them? That's really what it amounts too--it's too uncomfortable or messy or time-consuming to involve myself in others' lives. But Jesus wants me to react the way the good Samaritan did. I pray He will continue to speak to me, as He did through your blog entry today, and that He'll open my eyes to recognize the opportunities He gives me each day to love and help others.

  9. Hi Sarah,

    Yes, I understand and sympathise with the reluctance to help some people who might look a bit ... well, poor and dirty perhaps. I've done the same, to my shame, especially when they've been drinking and might become violent.

    But this was a case of a well dressed man in a suit, wearing a white collar, and holding a briefcase. It was obvious that he was not a beggar or vagrant. Someone must have seen him stagger, faint and fall down. Yet, no one stopped to help. I'm surprised they didn't steal his briefcase even ...

    I'm really angry at the thought, even after all these years.

    God bless you and your family Sarah. Thanx for writing in.

  10. I am moved by both your post, and your story in the comments section. As always you have given me pause to think. I am hopeful that by reading your post, I will avoid becoming like the people in it.

    God Bless you.

  11. Greetings Michael,

    Thanx for calling in on my Blog. I pray we all try to do a little better when we come to help others. I now I often fail in this respect.

    God bless you Michael.



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