Dad, the Good Samaritan.

By: Katee Amen

The sun is setting Mom!” Oliver called excitedly. “It’s time for our Friday night Bible story.”

Oliver and his mom and dad had a family tradition of gathering a bunch of blankets, lighting every candle in the house, and reading a Bible story to welcome the Sabbath. Oliver loved this tradition because it felt like they were camping. Sometimes his mom and dad would even light the fireplace, and they would make s’mores!

“You’re right Oliver! You better go get the blankets while Mom and I light the candles,” Dad said.

“Can we make s’mores tonight?” Oliver asked, hopefully.

Mom thought for a moment then replied, “I suppose that would be OK as long as you help clean up afterwards.”

“Deal! Thanks Mom!” Oliver shouted as he ran up the stairs to grab the blankets.

After Oliver arranged the blankets just right and Mom lit the candles, Dad picked up his Bible and started looking for a story. “Tonight I am going to tell you the story of the good Samaritan,” Dad said.

“What’s a Samaritan?” Oliver asked.

“A Samaritan is a person who does good things for others even when they are strangers,” Mom answered.

“Samaritans were also a group of people who lived in Jesus’ time,” Dad added. “The Samaritans and the Jews did not like each other.

“OK so what does that have to do with the good Samaritan?” Oliver asked.

“Well that’s what we will learn in our Bible story tonight.” Dad smiled and began telling the story. “A man traveling between Jerusalem and Jericho was robbed and hurt very badly. After the evil men stole all the Jewish traveler’s possessions and beat him up, they left him on the side of the road to die. The traveler was all alone, and he didn’t think anyone would find him in time. Finally, he saw a Jewish priest walking up the road.“

‘Help me!’ the man cried. But the priest moved to the other side of the road and kept walking as if he didn’t even see the wounded traveler. More time went by and the traveler became weaker. He saw another man coming up the road. This time it was a Levite.

“The traveler thought, Oh good! It’s a Levite! He will help me!

‘Help me!’ the traveler cried as loud as he could. The Levite stopped and looked at the traveler, but the Levite walked on without helping.

“More time passed and the traveler thought he would surely die. Then he saw another man coming up the road. He recognized this man to be a Samaritan.

A Samaritan! He won’t stop for me, especially if a priest and a Levite didn’t stop. I’m a Jew. He won’t help me.“ As the Samaritan walked by, the traveler didn’t even call out for help. But to his surprise, the Samaritan stopped. The Samaritan poured oil on the traveler’s wounds and bandaged them. He then put the traveler on his donkey and took him to an inn where he continued to care for the traveler. When the Samaritan had to leave, he paid the innkeeper to take care of the traveler until he couldreturn.”

Suddenly, there was a loud crash

from outside. Oliver and his parents ran to the front window and gasped. A car had crashed into the light pole across the street from their house.

“Stay inside and call nine one one,” Dad instructed. “I’m going to make sure everyone is OK out there.”

Dad ran outside to see if anyone was hurt. The ground around the car was covered with glass from the broken windshield, and smoke was coming from somewhere under the hood.

“Are you OK, sir?” Dad called as he got closer to the driver.

The driver slowly opened his door. He seemed to be looking for something. “I can’t find my glasses! I can’t see without them!” the driver replied.

“Stay in the car. I think you are hurt. I will look for your glasses.” Dad started lookingaround the car for

the driver’s glasses. Suddenly he heard a voice behind him.“Tom,” the voice said, calling Oliver’s dad by his name. “Here are the man’s glasses.”

Oliver’s dad turned around to see a man he had never met before holding out a pair of glasses. “Thank you!” Dad replied, taking the glasses and returning to the driver.

“Here are your glasses, sir,” Dad said. “That nice man over there found them.”

“What man?” the driver asked, looking around.

Dad turned around, but the stranger was gone.

Oliver’s dad waited with the driver until an ambulance came and took him to the hospital. As he waited, Dad kept thinking about the stranger who had called him by name as if he had known him. He then looked down at his feet and realized he hadn’t put on shoes before running out of the house. He had been walking all over the broken glass barefoot, but he hadn’t cut his feet.

When Oliver’s dad walked back inside the house, Oliver bombarded him with questions. “What happened? Was the driver OK? Are you OK?”

Dad retold the story of the stranger who had known his name and helped him find the driver’s glasses.

He showed them his bare feet and told them about all the broken glass.

“Dad!” Oliver exclaimed. “You’re like the good Samaritan in tonight’s story!”

“And it sounds like your guardian angel was there to help you,” Mom added.

Dad paused. “Yes, I think you are right! Let’s pray and thank Jesus for sending my guardian angel to keep me safe and to help me be a good Samaritan to that driver tonight. Let’s pray for that man’s healing