“A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who stripped him and beat him and departed, 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, as he journeyed, came to where he was, and when he saw him, he had compassion. He went to him and bound up his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he set him on his own animal and brought him to an inn and took care of him. And the next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper, saying, ‘Take care of him, and whatever more you spend, I will repay you when I come back’ (Luke 10:30-35, ESV).”
A light came on, Jesus is that Good Samaritan; the One despised and rejected of men. Him, the one we learn compassion.
I am this man, travelling my own road; I left the city of God to seek a city cursed of God.
What did I expect? I got what I deserved. I knew there were bandits lurking around each bend, hideous grimaces in the dark. It was my folly that lead me. And here to die with my pride. Stripped naked and penniless.
A priest, only to be busied by sacred rites, shrouds me with indignation. His cleanliness-conscious brother, the Levite also quickly steps by this obscene figure on his lane of travel. The law offered only justice, no life. But wherein the law was weak, thanks be to Jesus!
He came to where I was, saw me, and had compassion. Compassion enough to bind the wounds and pour the wine of the wrath of God, on Himself!
Truly He ever “binds up the broken-hearted (Isaiah 61:1, KJV)”! He paid the uttermost farthing. He poured the oil for my healing and for my lamp because He will come back!
So this loving your neighbor, hasn’t Christ lived the life? To love GOD entirely obviously requires a tireless, undiminishing effort. To cease from our own works and entirely abandon blasphemous acts of manufactured fruit.