I just watched footage of the little Chinese girl hit by a truck. She has now died of organ failure. What broke my heart was the people that walked past her without helping. They not only refused to help her, they didn’t even look. She might as well have been a sack of potatoes.
It reminds me of the man in Scripture, traveling to Jericho and robbed on his way. He lay on the side of the road, beaten and unable to help himself. Two men walked by him, and even crossed to the other side of the road to avoid getting too close. It was only a Samaritan, a supposed enemy that finally stopped. He then took the man to an inn and paid for his treatment. He knew the meaning of love.
Sometimes love costs us something. In fact, I would say it usually costs us something. Have we become so selfish that we can’t be bothered to show love to our fellow man? Are we afraid to get our hands dirty? Do we want to avoid getting involved?
What could possibly have been going through those people’s heads? How could they walk past a little girl, injured and desperately in need of help? Did they have somewhere to be? Did they not see her? Did they see her and decide she wasn’t worth the effort? Was she of no value in their eyes?
Do we make the same mistake? Do we ignore people in need? Do we strip them of their value? Is the widow too old? Is the unborn baby too inconvenient to birth? Is the homeless person not important enough to feed?
We are called to love our neighbor as ourselves. It doesn’t matter what it costs us. We are to love. We are to notice those who are in need. We are to stop and help them. We are to show the love of the Messiah to them. It doesn’t matter who they are. It doesn’t matter what the need is. We have received love, and we are to pass it on.
Is there someone crying out for help in your life? Will you see them? Will you help them? Will you love them?