Amos 7:7-17 Psalm 82 Colossians 1:1-14 Luke 10:25-37
I don’t know how it happened. I don’t know why it happened. It happened so quickly. I was walking on the road to Jericho from Jerusalem. I was being careful. I had heard stories about how bad it can get, but I had to get to my cousin Selma’s house. She has been very sick and I care for her deeply. I had to get to her. Oh, it hurts so bad. Out of nowhere these men came. They hit me, blow after blow to my face, and beat me and tore my clothes to shreds and pushed me into the ditch like I was garbage. The blackness overcame me but I’m awake now. Maybe someone will see me, maybe someone will help me.
Oh, it hurts to move my head, but I hear footsteps on the road. Blood in my eyes is making it difficult to see, it looks like a priest heading to the Temple. I know a man of God will help me. Through the smear of blood, I can see that he barely looks at me. Does he think that I am dead? I must move a leg, an arm, a hand, I must move something, I must cry out to him. I must…darkness again as I hear the footsteps move away from me.