Y’all are in for a treat today. My husband is one of the wisest, most articulate men I know and when he speaks, people stop and listen. I hope that you take a moment today, and listen not only to his words, but hear the heart of the Father in them. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Rocky Presley:
The Good Samaritan : Where Did You Go?
I don’t blog. My wife blogs. She is quite good at it. The way she weaves a story together is profound. Perhaps she should tell this story, but it is so heavy on my heart right now that I have to do it.
It’s a story we all know: the story of the Good Samaritan. I am going to tell it once again in this blog, because I am fairly certain that many believers have forgotten its meaning. I am going to change the story up a bit, however, just to make it clear of how we have erred.
There once was a child growing up in unimaginable conditions. Food was scarce. Starvation was a regular occurrence. There was seldom a night when this child couldn’t sleep for fear that the violence just beyond her window would break through and she would be its next victim. Conditions worsened to the point that her parents only had one option, to make the unimaginable decision to send her away to a better land.
Leaving her family was heartbreaking. Surely, someone of such a young age couldn’t process the why behind her loving parent’s decision. After a long and arduous journey (with the complete strangers to which her life had been entrusted) which was wrought with just as much fear and violence that she’d been sent away to escape, she arrived in the new land. She wasn’t alone; many others were there with her, more than she could count. But her hopes were high, because her parents had said that this land was good and just, and that she would be safe and provided for, something that her parents couldn’t offer.
But this land turned out not to be good and just. Rather than being greeted into the arms of the compassionate, she was hurried to an internment camp. No one knew what to do with this girl, or the many that accompanied her. So, they placed her in a room to wait. Conditions grew worse. The stench of being in such a confined space became nauseating. The hope that was there had now turned to despair. Truly, it would seem that this journey was all for nothing.
A rich man heard of this story. His heart raged with anger. How dare this little girl have the audacity to break the laws that he and his forefathers fought to preserve. This man had great influence in this land, and rather than having compassion and offering an open hand, he used this influence to incite anger in others. He raised his fist, and cried “Vermin! Send them home! They don’t belong here!” And he went about his business while the suffering became worse.
Another man heard of this story. This one was a religious man. He gave regularly to his religious activities and would on occasion give to those who were in need, both in his community and in lands far away. Upon hearing this story, his mind wandered to the salaries he must pay and the mouths he must feed. He too felt that these children did not belong in his land, and though rage did not rise in his heart, indignation ruled the day. So rather than having compassion and offering an open hand, he went about his religious duties while the suffering became worse.
Lastly, another man heard of this story. This man was not of means. He was not particularly religious, but when he heard the stories of children suffering, he was moved with compassion so much so that it grieved his heart. “How could we as this great land allow these children to suffer so?” he asked himself. “How could we who claim to know Christ and live by his creed not be moved with compassion and grace as surely Christ would be?” Anger did arise in this man’s heart, but not the same type of anger as the first man. This anger was one that saw injustice and would move heaven and hearth to see it remedied.
This is the story of America today as tens of thousands of refugee children pour across our borders. These are the needy that need us. These are the blessed children that Christ told us to emulate. The way that the Church and the politics of this land have responded have sickened me, but it is not too late to redeem ourselves. There is a work in our hearts that can be accomplished if we simply set aside our world view and political leanings and see these children as those created by the Creator, precious in his sight, and fully deserving of our welcoming hearts and our treasure. Please, I implore with the believers that I know. These men, one and two, these men are not us. This shames us. This completely undermines what we profess to believe. God, please do your greatest miracle, change our hearts. I ask that you would provide for these beloved children, and Holy Spirit, convict our hearts and reveal the darkness that has crept in. We need you Lord, more than these words can convey.