Today I heard a boy retell the story of the ten lepers from the New Testament.
You remember the story.
Ten men, who were lepers, were gathered together in a village where Jesus was.
They were some way off – forbidden by law to approach anyone clean.
They shouted from a distance, “Jesus, Master, have mercy on us.”
The Savior gave called back with a simple task to show themselves to the priest.
Interestingly, this is something a leper would do in order to be declared ceremonially clean once they were cured. Yet Jesus was instructing them to do it before the miracle.
Perhaps in anticipation.
Then our favorite part.
As the men walked the path that headed to the priest, all of them were healed.
We are not told how far they traveled before they experienced the change.
I cannot believe that gratitude was not among the feelings that every one of them had.
But only one had the right state of heart to return to the Giver of the gift.
This time he went near and fell at His feet giving Him thanks.
I often wonder where the other nine went.
I am certain it was somewhere noble and admirable.
But they missed the better part.
Only one of the ten heard the Lord proclaim, “Thy faith hath made thee whole.”
Jesus was interested in cleansing more than the shell.
I love this story. I never get tired of it.
The part I missed until today was the line: “and he was a Samaritan.”
The “other Good Samaritan” as my young friend called him today.
Once again, another outcast whose example stands the test of time.
A man shunned for his illness and his birthplace, who still managed to exercise faith that has now blessed billions.
One day all of us will get it like the good Samaritans.
The two good Samaritans who set aside culture and convenience to keep the two great commandments.