“Who is my neighbor?” It’s a 2000 year old question asked of Jesus by a cynical man who was trying to defend his own selfishness. Jesus answered his question with the famous story of the Good Samaritan. After concluding the story, Jesus looked at the man and asked which of the three was a true neighbor to the injured stranger? “The one who showed mercy on him,” was the begrudging, but also accurate response.
Over the past week, we have witnessed many examples of neighbors helping neighbors. Most of the homes in our immediate area were without electricity for hours or days due to the ice storm. Many of us stayed with relatives or friends who had heat. I witnessed a great deal of concern among people for anyone who did not have power and might be suffering in the cold. I even had a person I barely know offer a spare bedroom to me and my family. The one who shows mercy is a true neighbor. Tragedies and crisis have a strange way of bringing out the best in us. The Bible teaches that we have a fleshly, selfish nature. But we are also created in the image of God and that benevolent God-side of our nature causes us to help others in need, give to charitable projects, and even travel to foreign countries to alleviate suffering.
Much of the time we deal with the selfish side of people’s nature. We are constantly on guard against being cheated in a business deal or becoming the victim of crime. So it’s refreshing and encouraging to see the good side of people shine on occasion.
There’s an interesting story from World War I that illustrates this dichotomy. The Germans and the British were entrenched for many months in fox holes fighting one another. The soldiers actually lived in the trenches only a few dozen yards from the enemy. On occasion, a soldier would stick his head up above ground level only to be shot at by the opposing army.
It was Christmas day. Both sides were ostensibly Christian countries and everyone was aware it was the Holy Day to celebrate the birth of Christ. One of the soldiers ventured out of the trench taking a chance that Christmas Day would be a day for a cease fire. Someone produced a soccer ball, probably confiscated from a nearby farm house, and the war weary soldiers began kicking it around. One by one, the soldiers of both sides emerged from their fox holes. A make-shift soccer field was laid out in the ground between the two enemy trenches. The British and German soldiers played a soccer game against each other on Christmas Day.
When darkness fell, they returned to their holes and the following day the fighting resumed as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But something extraordinary had happened. For a little while, the angelic side had triumphed over the fleshly side of their humanity.
As the power is restored and life returns to normal here in Oklahoma, it behooves us to acknowledge those who chose selflessness over selfishness. Perhaps we can even return to normal a little bit better for the experiences of the past week.