Luke 10:25-37 – The 8th Sunday after Pentecost – for Sunday, July 10, 2016
“Jesus replied, ‘A man went down from Jerusalem to Jericho. He encountered thieves, who stripped him naked, beat him up, and left him near death . . .’”
I wonder . . .
What if the man left near death wasn’t silent?
What if he spoke to the Samaritan who’d come to his aid?
[Warning: certain words below may disturb some readers.]
“You sonuvabitch, lemme off your damn donkey.”
The battered Jew spit blood, his breath more gasps. From atop the plodding beast, his left eye glared hatred at the Samaritan. With the right swollen shut, he was literally half blind. The man loosened his grip on the reins, scheming to fall to the ground.
But the Samaritan had secured his waist to the animal’s middle.
“Your mother’s a whore. Your father’s a dog that licks his own dick.” He coughed more blood. “If you have brothers or sisters”—from his smashed mouth, the words sounded like spudders and pissers—“they’re all pricks and bitches.” (Which came out as icks and itches.) Continue reading →