Luke 27:33-34 (NIV) - But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the
man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged
his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought
him to an inn and took care of him.
I read a short article in the news the other day that moved
me.
In one of the largest cities in America, someone ordered
pizza online.
There was a place on the online order form for special
instructions.
The customer left two instructions.
The first was for the restaurant to have the pizza delivered
by their “cutest guy.”
That is not what caught my eye.
The second instruction was, “Tell me I am pretty.”
The restaurant prepared the order and gave it to one of their
delivery drivers.
The driver assumed that the order was placed by some college
girls and the instructions were meant to be a joke.
When he arrived at the address, he was surprised by what he
found.
A young lady opened the door for him.
He noticed that the room had been decorated for a birthday
party.
He also noticed that there were no guests.
The young lady told the driver she had planned her own party
and sent out invitations.
No one came.
She offered the driver a piece of cake which he accepted.
They talked while the driver ate his cake.
Once he finished his cake he accepted the money for the
pizza.
Before leaving, he remembered the special instructions.
He gave the young lady a hug and told her that she was
pretty.
As I stated before, this story moved me.
Here was a young lady living in a large city.
Yet she felt completely alone, unwanted and unloved.
I am so glad the driver did something to help her feel better.
In scripture, the Good Samaritan came across a man who was
set upon by robbers and beaten.
Although others passed the man by, the Samaritan saw his
physical wounds and rendered assistance.
When others are injured, we are required to reach out.
This is harder to do with emotional wounds because they are so
much harder to detect.
We may not even realize how much someone is hurting until
they cry out for help.
Let us not pass them by.
Blessings,
Jim Pokorny
The Other Brother Jim
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