Down the years people have liked to think the priest and the Levite were too holy, too concerned with their religious duties, to stop and help. The man might be dead, so if they touched him they would become unclean and unable to fulfil their Temple duties. We assume that they, like many of the religious leaders Jesus wasn’t too happy with, strain out a gnat but swallow a camel. They tithe cumin and mint, but don’t help their elderly relations. And so on. But the text doesn’t say that. It just said they passed by. Quite apart from anything else, they were coming from Jerusalem, so if they had had Temple duties, they had finished them.
It’s possible, isn’t it, that they were afraid of an ambush. Perhaps the brigands who had attacked this man were lying in wait to attack anybody who came over to see if they could help. Perhaps the man wasn’t really injured at all, but lying there as bait to attract helpers. Perhaps they thought he was just sleeping off drink or drugs.
We don’t know, because Luke doesn’t tell us. Either way, the Priest and the Levite didn’t do what had been expected of them. They didn’t stop to help the man. We have no way of knowing their motives, and I suspect it would be a plan not to speculate too much.
And then along comes the Samaritan. Luke doesn’t say he is good. Perhaps he wasn’t. Perhaps he was a con-man, or a thief. Perhaps he beat up his wife, or raped prostitutes, or perhaps he really was good, trying to be God’s person to the best of his ability, trying to get on with everybody, ignoring the very real theological differences that separated the Samaritans and the Jews. We are not told. We have no way of knowing. All we are told is that he was a Samaritan.
In John’s Gospel, we are told that Jews have no dealings with Samaritans, but in fact there was some overlap. Jesus and his disciples were able to travel through Samaria without much problem, and this man seems to have been able to travel through Judea. Luke, who after all was himself a Gentile, doesn’t seem to have seen all that much difference between the two communities, although the Samaritans do seem to have been outsiders as far as the Jews were concerned. Whether they saw the Jews as outsiders is debatable.
Anyway, as we all know, the Samaritan either doesn’t think of the possibilities of an ambush, or if he does, it doesn’t worry him. Perhaps he was part of the ambush party, and came back to see whether the victim had died. We don’t know. We are not told. What we are told is that he tends the man as best he can, and then takes him to the nearest inn.
And here is the fourth person who doesn’t act as expected. The innkeeper seems quite happy to take in the wounded man and look after him. Even with the money the Samaritan leaves with him, that would be expecting a very great deal of the landlord of a roadside inn. The landlord would have expected to provide drink, a meal, and perhaps a bed for the night – arguably on straw in a common room, or perhaps a private room for the very rich – but not nursing care and tending someone who would be helpless for many days. He was an innkeeper, not a nurse! But, we are told, the innkeeper took in the sick man and cared for him. The innkeeper, too, was a “Good Samaritan” if you like, only he was probably Jewish!
So then, what is it all about? What does it mean for us? I think that, before we see if we can answer these questions, we need to look a bit at the context of the story. You see, Jesus doesn’t just tell it in a vacuum – we know why he tells it. A teacher of the Law – and Luke is far more likely to talk about teachers of the law, or scribes, than he is about priests or Levites, either – anyway, a teacher of the Law comes to Jesus with a trick question: “What must I do to inherit eternal life?” He’s hoping Jesus will give some kind of controversial answer and get himself into trouble, but Jesus always does seem to see through this sort of question and turns the question back on the scribe: “What is written in the Law? How do you read it?”
Now, first of all you notice that the lawyer asks what he must do to inherit eternal life. Not gain it, or receive it, or even earn it, but inherit it. It looks as though he reckons he’s probably already right with God, so when Jesus asks “How do you read it?” he is ready with the conventional answer:
“Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind; and, Love your neighbour as yourself.”
Now, we know from elsewhere in the Scriptures that this was a pretty conventional thing to say – devout Jews said it on their deathbeds, even! At least the first part of it. And Jesus is reported as quoting it to the rich young ruler in the other gospels. But this lawyer doesn’t get told to sell all he has and give it to the poor – he gets told “Do this, and you will live.”
Well, he’s not satisfied with that; he asks a follow-up question to try to get Jesus into trouble. “Well, who is my neighbour, then?” Who do I have to be nice to? Who can I get away with not being nice to? Maybe he should have phrased his question “Who is NOT my neighbour?” as that’s what it would seem he wanted to know.
So Jesus tells the story and, at the end, as you know, he asks “Who was the neighbour to the man that fell into the hands of robbers?” and the lawyer replies, “The one who cared for him.”
And Jesus tells him to “Go and do likewise!”
So what does it mean for us? I don’t know about you, but if I see someone lying on the ground, hurt, I’m far more likely to walk away sharpish, maybe dialling 999, but I’m very unlikely to stop and help. I’m not a trained nurse, and can’t be doing with drunks and so on. But perhaps you are good at that sort of thing? The priest and the Levite ought to have been – Jewish law commands that they have compassion on the sick and injured every bit as much as we Christians are expected to. We don’t know why they didn’t stop, and the story gives us no hints at all. Jesus is normally quite good, at least in Luke’s version of events, at telling us what the characters in his stories are thinking and feeling, but not in this case.
You will have heard, as I have, many, many sermons on this passage, telling us that we need to look out for those less fortunate than us. We need, in fact, to love other neighbour as we love ourselves. And we will have been told that our neighbour includes absolutely everybody; “The creed and the colour and the name don’t matter”, as the hymn says. And of course that’s true. But we are human, and often and often we fail to even notice a problem, never mind do something about it.
But then, there is the undoubted fact that many of us do not love ourselves. Facebook, recently, has had a plethora of memes reminding us to look after ourselves first so that we can look after others, and I sometimes find that uncomfortable, having understood – I was going to say having been taught, but I think it was me picking it up wrong – having understood that we were not supposed to want our own wants or to be anything less than content with our current lot, even if we were standing up to our neck in icy water! But one meme I liked reminded us that if we are on an aircraft and the oxygen masks come down, we should put our own mask on so that we can then help the person next to us with theirs.
The thing is, we can’t love our neighbour unless we are comfortable with ourselves, unless we have got ourselves right with God, unless we have allowed God to love us and heal us and start on the very long job of making us whole.
But if we can do that – I know I often say we need to let God work in us, but I’ve been realising lately that I am very bad at doing this. However, if we can, even for mere moments, then we will begin to be comfortable in our own skin, to value ourselves and to value our neighbours. And not only that, but to notice when they need something. It mightn’t be much – but how much do we actually notice other people. Bus drivers, for instance? Are they just remote figures behind a screen, or do you wish them good morning when you get on, and perhaps thank them when you get off? Supermarket checkout staff, too, are human beings…
Of course, “compassion fatigue” is very real; every other ad on television seems to want us to give three pounds a month to some charity or other, often with pictures of starving babies or cute snow leopard cubs. If one gave three pounds to every charity that asks, we’d soon go broke! Obviously sometimes we will both want and need to give – incidentally I do hope you are sponsoring Robert who is running for the Methodist charity All We Can this morning, but that’s beside the point – we probably donated something to one of the various charities helping Ukrainian refugees, for instance, and there are other global crises when giving money to the relevant relief organisation is the right thing to do. But at times it seems everybody wants a piece of the action! And when whatever the latest crisis is is happening at the other side of the world, it’s awfully difficult to remain engaged. These are not people we know, they are just people on the telly.
And yet God loves each and every one of them, just as He loves each and every one of us. And you can be very sure that, if you are wanted to be a neighbour to one of them, God will let you know. And also, give you the gifts you need to be able to be that neighbour! Amen.
