Who knew that Jesus’ feel-good story about the good Samaritan would wreck me? In a recent video, Bishop T.D. Jakes reminded me to look more closely at the story. He said that we focus so much on the good Samaritan that we look past the other two men. Do you recall the story? A man is attacked by robbers who savagely beat him and leave him in the road without a care whether he lives or dies. Just in time, a priest walking by sees him, but inexplicably, he looks the other way and keeps going. A second religious man comes by, but he pretends not to see the dying man and continues on his way to his religious work.
Jesus is careful to mention two people who looked away. Two. This tells me they are not fill-ins; they are core to the story. The two men are God’s word to me because they are me. Jesus’ story is the answer to a question: Who is my neighbor? Who should I love as myself? And who is the answer? Your neighbor is the man dying in the road. Your neighbor is the black jogger, chase by white vigilantes and left to bleed out in the road. Your neighbor is the man dying under the knee of the police officer.
I didn’t want to watch the video of George Floyd’s final minutes, but eventually I Googled it. I saw a man under the noose-knee of an officer, begging for breath, crying not to be killed. In tears, I saw him go still. I saw another officer check his pulse. Nothing. No pulse. No movement. No lifting of the knee. I heard the bystander ask the officers: you gonna let him kill him bro? Their collective silence said “yes, we are.”
The officer with the infamous knee and name, Chauvin, has been charged with 2nd degree murder. You can make a case for a greater charge, but at minimum, the murder I saw was this: The officer crushing him didn’t care whether he lived or died, whether he had a pulse or not. The guy under my knee is just one of those people. “Whoa, Roger, aren’t you making a judgment there?” Yes, and here’s the judgment I’m making. If that was his father or son under his knee, calling for his mama, there’s no way he crushes him for 9 minutes. Or 9 seconds. He’d care if those people lived or died. The guy under his knee was “one of those people,” namely, not my neighbor.
Now, Jesus’ story begins to burn a hole in my heart. Those robbers beat a man with no care whether he lived or died. That’s awful but more haunting are the two religious people who didn’t care either. In Jesus’ story, there are 3 people who don’t care whether the man in the road lives or dies: the thieves and the nice religious people like me who looked away. All are guilty. But here’s the kicker. This story wasn’t told to highway robbers. The man who asked “who is my neighbor” was a nice religious guy. The person who looks away, not caring whether the man in the road lives or dies, is me. I am the target audience. I am the one Jesus is calling to stop looking away. Oh, and this is a story about race.
It’s hard to imagine the good people in the story looking away, but I’ve found ways to do so, ways that seem justified, even good. Perhaps we look away when we decry the looting but not the lynching. When we say: well, he did have a record. When we say she should’ve been living in a different neighborhood. When we say the officers just made a mistake. When we say that racism ended years ago. When we say that social justice is a distraction from the gospel. But mostly, we look away when we say nothing at all.
So, what should we say? What should we do? How do we keep from looking away? I’ll offer a start. What would you do or say if George Floyd was your brother, or father, or son? A week ago, Monday, I went to a protest march in downtown Huntsville because that’s what I would have done if Ahmaud Arbery was my brother. For several years now, I’ve been reading books about white racism, watching documentaries like 13th, and listening to my black friends because that’s what I would do if Tamir Rice or Philando Castille was my son. I’m praying over the racial divide in our country and for changes in the policing and judicial system because that’s what I’d do if Breonna Taylor was my daughter. I’m speaking out and writing blogs like this because that’s what I’d do if George Floyd was my father. Or in Jesus’ words, if he was my neighbor. I can no longer look away because I keep seeing my Dad under that knee.
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Thought out seriously. And describes your own feelings. Feelings and beliefs cannot be legislated. They cannot be punished to create new and acceptable feelings. Only GOD can achieve that result through acceptance of his son, Jesus Christ a savior. We are the neighbor with blacks in our family, as well as black and other minority friends who we share any event with, meals, overnights, etc. However, it would be racist for anyone to believe that I am racist because of the color of my skin, even if I didn’t have other races blended in my family. We do best when we love each other regardless of race. When we give the needed hand up. And actively pray. We are all equal in value to GOD, because He sent Jesus to die for everyone he created. He also chose the color of my skin. The Bible says we are all of one blood. It tells us to look forward, leave the past behind, and strive for the prize of the high calling of GOD in Christ Jesus. Either we believe it, or we don’t. We know that one who murders is to give up his own life, whether in execution or imprisonment. Regardless of the race of perpetrator or victim. We know that Cain killed Abel in a perfect environment, because he was jealous of Abel’s favor by GOD. We each will give an account to GOD for the deeds done in the body, whether they be good or evil, and every thought deed and action equally. We will not give account for our parents, siblings, ancestors. Those who sinned are in each of our families, now or in the past. We cannot, nor should we serve the punishment for their sin. I support the meaning of the name of a particular group, but not the organization itself, because there is evil there. If a group is needed to promote your belief, create your own, so your criteria for membership, are the behaviors you seek and believe in. “Be not deceived. God is not mocked. For whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he/she also reap. “. Either we believe it, or we don’t. We must remember that OUR story is not the Gospel, only JESUS’ story is the Gospel. Wishing you and your ministry all the best. With love and prayers.