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The Parable of the Great Samaritan

A man was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho when thieves robbed him, attacked him and left him for dead.  First, a priest came down the road, but he passed by and kept riding.  Then came a Levite, who also walked away without helping the man. 

Then came a Samaritan, who took pity and showed him mercy.  He said, “My friend, let us find the evil men who did this to you.”
“The robbers?”
“Oh no.  We’re never going to catch them.  And besides, they’re probably poor, disenfranchised men who are just trying to provide for their families.  I mean the Levite and the Priest.  We can make an example out of those wealthy, privileged, blind-eye-turners.”

So they hunted down and found the Levite and the Priest in their respective hometowns and publicly shamed them.  “Why could you not be bothered to help?  Do you lack basic human decency?”  Those two would forever be remembered as the lazy, self-interested men who would not help their brother in need.  The Samaritan considered posting their home addresses online, but that would be overkill.

Even though the man was still suffering from the internal injuries he sustained at the hands of the robbers, the Samaritan was proud.  By holding a mirror up to society he had been a good neighbor not only to the man, but also to the world.


The Parable of the Non-Prodigal Son

There were two brothers.  The younger did not want to follow in the footsteps of his family’s patriarchal establishment, so he took his inheritance early and left home.  Confident that he would succeed, even without a clear plan or skill set, he went off to San Francisco.

Unaware that rent and Outside Lands tickets were quite so expensive, he soon squandered all his money.  After exhausting all of his couch-surfing options, he bit the bullet, returned home, and asked for forgiveness.  His father smiled and embraced him.  “Let us have a feast and celebrate!  We shall kill the fatted calf!”

The older brother, returning home from a long day at the family business, was stunned.  “Seriously, Dad?  I have been working diligently every single day and you’ve never thrown me a party. Whatever happened to loyalty?”
“But, you see, your brother was once lost and now he is--“
“No.  No.  This is bullshit.  If you just let him walk back in as though nothing has happened, I will quit and go off to work for our rival insurance conglomerate.  They will value the consistent excellence that I bring to the table.”

The Father, realizing that actions should, in fact, have consequences, canceled the party and instead offered his younger son a low-level position in the mailroom (which he turned down). 

The Fatted Calf lived to see another day.


The Parable of the Liquid Assets

A fund manager was going away on vacation and called in his three top brokers.  He entrusted them each with the same amount of capital and told them to invest wisely.  Time passed and the manager returned to settle accounts.  The first broker reported, “I put mine in housing and so far it has doubled in value.”  The second said, “I invested in a hedge fund and have currently tripled my balance.”

The third broker buried assets in gold, a money market account and government bonds that paid 6.5% annually.  The manager scolded the third.  “You wicked and slothful man!  You played it safe.  You are worthless!”  Thusly, he fired the broker and cast him out into the darkness.

Days later, the sub-prime mortgage market crashed and the third broker’s assets were the only ones left with any value.  The company attempted to rehire him, but he had founded his own firm and had no interest in returning to a sinking ship.


The Parable of the Greatest Samaritan

There once was a Samaritan who did a good deed for another man.  Not going to say what it was and won’t go into detail about the act of kindness because that isn’t the point of the story.  What is important is the fact that he was a good man, he helped someone in need, and was very humble about it.

Yet not wanting to hide his light under a bushel, the Samaritan posted the following on his Facebook wall: “Guys, today I helped someone that I didn’t even know.  I don’t want it to sound like I’m bragging so I won’t tell you all about it, but I want to share that it felt amazing to be selfless.  Go and do likewise.”

The post garnered a colossal number of likes.  Despite the Samaritan’s insistence otherwise, people wanted to know more.  After much pleading in the comments section, he finally shared details about his gallant, noble deed.  Again, the specifics of his heroics are not important.  All you need to know is that this Good Samaritan assisted someone in need purely because it was the right thing to do.

Word spread across all platforms.  And one day, Jesus himself read and shared his story, reblogging it to all his followers.  The Samaritan’s tale went viral, rewarding his modesty.  For although humility and kindness are the highest virtues, if you don’t spread the message, you aren’t truly being a good neighbor.


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