Caring with a compassionate heart

The Samaritan of the Gospel has gone down in history
as the good Samaritan.
He got off his horse,
left his comfort behind, and was moved,
and saw what the law had not seen.
I wish that my daughters, my sons
will always have compassion in their heart.
I wish that we will always get off
our horse
that each time has a different name:
the security of having already done something,
the security that it’s someone’s else turn,
the security of not seeing.
I wish that compassion will live
in my heart and in my children’s heart.
If the heart is closed there is no intelligence
that can open our eyes.
Feeling compassion is knowing really how to
put yourself in someone else’s shoes,
the wounds, the disappointment, the betrayal,
recalling the great joy and responsibility that we have.
We wish to be Jesus for our neighbour.
And for all the tired and oppressed
that we meet on the road,
we are Jesus.

"But wanting to justify himself, he asked Jesus, "And who is my neighbour?".
Jesus replied,
"A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and fell into the hands of robbers, who stripped him, beat him, and went away, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road; and when he saw him, he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan while travelling came near him; and when he saw him, he was moved with pity. He went to him and bandaged his wounds having poured oil and wine on them. Then he put him on his own animal, brought him to an inn, and took care of him. The next day he took out two denarii, gave them to the innkeeper, and said, 'Take care of him; and when I come back, I will repay you whatever more you spend.' Which of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?" He said, The one showed him mercy." Jesus said to him, "Go and do likewise." (Luke 10,29-37).