For everything that was written in the past was written to teach us, so that through the endurance taught in the Scriptures and the encouragement they provide we might have hope. Romans
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21 Then they said to one another, “Truly we are guilty concerning our brother, because we saw the distress of his soul when he pleaded with us, yet we would not listen; therefore this distress has come upon us.”
Do we honestly think we are immune? It is time to break the silence…Germany paid dearly for their silence…
29 But he, wanting to justify himself, said to Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
30 Then Jesus answered and said: “A certain [man] went down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell among thieves, who stripped him of his clothing, wounded [him], and departed, leaving [him] half dead.
31 “Now by chance a certain priest came down that road. And when he saw him, he passed by on the other side.
32 “Likewise a Levite, when he arrived at the place, came and looked, and passed by on the other side.
33 “But a certain Samaritan, as he journeyed, came where he was. And when he saw him, he had compassion.
34 “So he went to [him] and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; and he set him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
35 “On the next day, when he departed, he took out two denarii, gave [them] to the innkeeper, and said to him, ‘Take care of him; and whatever more you spend, when I come again, I will repay you.’
36 “So which of these three do you think was neighbor to him who fell among the thieves?”
37 And he said, “He who showed mercy on him.” Then Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”
The following excerpt is included because it is a battle cry to action.
“God specifically tells us:
“When you happen on someone who’s in trouble or needs help . . . don’t look the other way pretending you don’t see him – don’t keep a tight grip on your purse. No. Look at him; open your purse; lend whatever and as much as he needs. . . . Give freely and spontaneously. Don’t have a stingy heart. The way you handle matters like this triggers God’s blessing in everything you do – all your work and ventures. . . .” Deuteronomy 15:9-11The Message (MSG
First they came for the Coptic Christians but I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t Coptic.
Then they came for the Homosexual and stoned them to death, but I didn’t speak out because I wasn’t homosexual.
Then they sold the Kurdish women and children in to slavery but I wasn’t a 9 year old Kurd so I didn’t say anything.
Then they came for the Muslim who wasn’t Muslim enough and the Christian that wouldn’t convert but I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it involved me and I didn’t think I could do anything anyway.
Eventually they will come for you, and there will be no one left to speak out for you.
Not to speak is to speak, not to stand is to stand. God will not hold us blameless.”– Glen Beck
Not to speak is to speak.
Not to stand is to stand.
Not to vote is to vote.
Not to act is to act.
Each of us can be a Samaritan in some way to our neighbors suffering violence whether it be at the hands of ISIS or angry protestors or the scalpel of an abortionist. Violence is done to the innocent. We can no longer look away as children and women are enslaved and trafficked to a customer base that includes the US of A. It doesn’t go away because we close our eyes. It remains and grows.
God’s people are the salt and light of the earth. Salt enhances flavor but also burns the wounds and destroys the soil. Light brings understanding but also exposes the acts done in darkness. We are the salt and light. We have a voice. We must raise the voice of the Samaritan and bind the wounds, bring relief, spread the message of love to counter the voices of hate. Note that the religious leaders avoided the confrontation. Let’s not turn away or go to the other side of the road. Let’s engage in this fight against evil. Let’s raise our voice…
“The Sound Of Silence”
Hello darkness my old friend.
I’ve come to talk with you again.
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night and touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening.
People writing songs that voices never shared
No one dared, disturb the sound of silence
“Fools,” said I, “you do not know,
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.”
But my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed
In the wells of silence.
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, “the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls and tenement halls
And whispered in the sound of silence.
© 1964 Words and Music by Paul Simon
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