Good Samaritan

I don't remember the accident.

That is what is so strange about the whole event. What I do remember is what saddens me the most.

With the light green, I proceeded into the intersection. That is the last thing I remember until I was aware enough to know I was leaning on the steering wheel of my car. In almost ten minutes, not a single person checked to see if I was o.k. I was not. The first person to check on me was a firefighter. Not a single witness came forward to tell the officer what had happened.

I was taken to the local trauma center primarily because I had acute chest pain, very fuzzy memory (still do) and because of my Remicade and Chrohn's disease, I have a compromised immune system. While there are no broken bones, I am very sore. Very sore.

What is most saddening and disturbing is the lack of help provided to me. It is not the first time I have felt like the man by the side of the road. Where was my "good samaritan?" Rauschenbusch says that sin is being radically self-centered. Where is the sense of community? Could no one even spare a few minutes to report what they had seen and stay with me until help arrived? It really is symptomatic of our condition. This is the heart of sin as identified by Jesus I believe.

Though I have had a very rough time lately. I feel all the more closer to God and my family and to my call. I feel very connected to life right now. I feel myself walking toward God and community. I guess I would like community to move toward me, but the Kingdom of God is not something that just happens. I must move toward community. This life with God is a dialogue and a dance. I have lived life to much as if life happens to me rather than me living life. I feel as if I am living life now. I take authorship of my life. Yes, I wasn't helped, but I sin too and I learned the importance to walk toward those in need. May I do this for God's sake.