In Christ’s time, the world seemed a smaller place. With an average day’s travel covering only 20 miles (32 km), people knew their neighbors and met few strangers. Caring for everyone should have been easy. And yet, in the story of the Good Samaritan, Christ had to teach them who their neighbors were.
No taller than a 10-year old, with a sly and suspicious gleam to her eye, she played the part of the proverbial evil landlady with me, while sweet as honey around Hubby. The other residents, also hostile, seemed amiable by comparison. And the dark, dank apartment revealed a miserly streak as well.
Darkness and despair emanated from her eyes, sounding the cry for help her lips could not utter. But when I’d invited her, “Come for coffee. It’s not good to stay alone,” I had no idea I was inviting HER. And even less did I realize she was taboo. Not to associate with. No, I didn’t know.