In this liturgical calendar
year, the Gospel reading for the Fifteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time is that of The Good
Samaritan. I once had written a
reflection on this Scripture from the Inn Keeper’s point of view. I post it here for your reflection. I invite you to consider “stepping into the
parable” and writing your own reflection.
Blessings!
Shalom to you!
I am the owner and manager
of this establishment which some would like to call an inn. It seems to be the
only place on this rugged stretch of road between Jerusalem and Jericho. I see a lot of strange happenings along these
heavily traveled paths, for it is a major trade route. One has to be vigilant on these roads, especially
when the band of robbers surprise unsuspecting victims.
I am often fortunate to encounter a number of
travelers who are merchants, pilgrims, temple elders, and foreigners from
nearby provinces who are looking for work.
I know that some are not of my faith, but my wife says I need to be open
and offer hospitality to anyone who seeks refuge from the desert sun, or needs
rest from walking the dirt roads, or who may be on pilgrimage for atonement of
sins long ago. I have a young new family
and the extra money is essential for me so I can feed and clothe my family,
besides paying taxes to the governor!
I learned a lot from my
father when he was an innkeeper in Bethlehem.
When I was a child, he often told me stories of the people who came to
his establishment. He always enjoyed
telling one story in particular of a young pregnant woman, who traveled with a
man with strong hands and an anxious heart. Since this was the time of the census, they sought a place to stay with
their relatives, but no one would make room for this unwed mother to be. It was my father who gave them a place to
stay.
So I now encounter this
Samaritan man – I can tell by his accent and the way he is dressed. He is carrying someone on his donkey and is
heading here to my desk. We are a simple
establishment. No magnetic swipe, cards, no room service (unless there is money
to accompany the request) and no extra set of clean towels. This tall, quite burly Samaritan says that he
found this Jew along the roadside, beaten and left half dead. Apparently this man encountered those robbers
that I spoke of earlier. The Samaritan
requested a room for him to care for this injured man. I accommodated and even
gave him those extra towels with no charge – my wife said that would be the
compassionate thing to do. Early the
next morning, the Samaritan handed me money, two days wages, and wanted me to
give the injured man further care with a bed, food, and healing oils. I agree to do so immediately. I guess it was his eyes, his gentle voice, and
his deep concern for this traveler. He
didn’t even know his name. He said that
he would return in a few days and pay me with more money if what he had given
me was not enough.
He then turned, started to
walk out the door, but turned and spoke a blessing to me and my family. I wondered if he was a follower of the man
from Galilee whom they call, Jesus. This
Samaritan man was so compassionate toward this traveler, a Jew. When he returns, I will ask him where I can
find this Jesus.
~ Based on the Parable of the Good Samaritan ~ Luke 10:25-37
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