| For many years now, Neziah and his wife Judith have run the inn
along the road from Jerusalem to Jericho. At times it has been
a lonely life, for the road is dangerous and wild bands hide in
caves along the way to molest travellers. It is just over thirty
kilometres from Jerusalem to Jericho, but the road is steep and
narrow as it descends 1000 metres in altitude. Travellers are
always glad to stop, sometimes for food and lodging, sometimes
just to gather information about the safety of the road. |
JUDITH | It's been a bit quiet lately, Neziah. |
NEZIAH: | The word is out that another band of wild and lawless
men are at work. Only on the gravest necessity will people come
through - and then often in groups. |
JUDITH: | I don't understand why the Roman soldiers don't patrol
the road more often. It should be in their interests to keep down
lawlessness! |
NEZIAH: | They do round up some rebels here from time to time -
make a public example of them - nail them to crosses - then things
are better for a while! |
JUDITH: | But they don't keep it up. Then other bands come in and
it's as bad as ever! |
NEZIAH: | The Roman patrols are always safe - and I don't think
they worry too much about us! Anyway, perhaps it serves their
purposes to have a road like this! |
JUDITH: | Serves their purposes? |
NEZIAH: | If they don't patrol it too much, it's almost certain
they will be able to catch any criminal they want here! |
JUDITH: | That fellow who was brought in this afternoon - he was
in a bad way! |
NEZIAH: | Immer the priest dropped by earlier in a big hurry - had
spotted some evidence of another robber band. |
JUDITH: | Must have passed this fellow, surely?! |
NEZIAH: | Saw no one - or so he said! |
JUDITH: | You were talking to Shallum the Levite around lunch time
too! |
NEZIAH: | Not much more information from him, either. After all,
I could hardly say, "By the way, you didn't see someone lying
beaten up and half-dead beside the road by any chance, did you?"! |
JUDITH: | What would they have done if they had seen him? |
NEZIAH: | What would we have done ourselves? |
JUDITH: | Hurried on, I guess! |
NEZIAH: | I think you're right!
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JUDITH: | Who was the fellow who brought him in? |
NEZIAH: | Don't know his name! Comes through here from time to time! |
JUDITH: | And you don't know his name? |
NEZIAH: | He's... he's a... Samaritan! |
JUDITH: | Oh... I see!... We gladly give our charity to this injured
Jew. But - brought here by a Samaritan! |
NEZIAH: | Not charity, Judith! The Samaritan has paid us well -
and offered to pick up the tab if it costs us any more! |
JUDITH: | Really?! |
Reader: | Luke 10.25-37. |