Posted by: trbccoffeebreak | August 3, 2017

Sometimes Our Neighbor Is Someone We Never Saw Before Or Will Ever See Again

“But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?” Luke 10:29 (NIV)

Back in the late 1990’s, I had a 50-mile commute to work, from Ann Arbor, MI, where our family resided, to Detroit, MI, where my office was. The ride to and from work would take at least one hour, because we would get into busy traffic in and out of the city. Once in Detroit, I had 10-minute walk to and from an arena that charged patrons by the day.

In the winter time, when the days would get darker earlier, I would try and walk really fast to my car, for safety reasons. One winter evening as I exited the front entrance of the Comerica Tower, where my office was housed on the 28th floor, I heard the sound of something being hit and tire screeches at the traffic light. To my dismay, the vehicle that hit that “something” did not stop, and instead, accelerated and left the scene. I immediately ran to that light, and there, in the middle of the road, where visibility was low due to melted snow, lay a man.  He was in a nice suit, with his briefcase containing his laptop computer lying several feet from him. That business man was conscious, but unable to get up. People were not stopping.

“Lord, what do I do?” I had never received any training for directing traffic, but on that evening, I did in my long, red winter coat. I had to make sure that man did not get hit yet again! I began shouting to people passing by to dial 911 – even if they did not stop. I also kept talking to the man, to keep him conscious. Eventually, I heard police and firetruck sirens, and official help came to the rescue, taking over from there.

One day, a long time ago, a man was severely beaten in his journey from Jerusalem to Jericho. He lay there for a good bit, while people passed by, not stopping. One man, however, stopped and helped him and made sure he lived. On that cold winter night in Detroit, I was the Samaritan in the life of a man I never saw again. I was late getting home that evening, but by God’s glory, my neighbor did not perish.

“Lord, please help us to never become insensitive to the needs of our neighbors.”


For His Glory

Luska Suzano
TRBC Women’s Life

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