Dear Dairy,
Today’s diary entry is a little different. I didn't write about chores or Mini or anything that happened outside—at least not the usual kind. Instead, I sat with my prayer book and listened as Sister Mary Claire read today’s Gospel out loud: the story of the Good Samaritan.
It’s from Saint Luke, and I’ve heard it before, but this morning it felt like Jesus was telling it straight to me.
A scholar asked Jesus what he had to do to get to Heaven, and Jesus told him to love God with all his heart—and to love his neighbor too. But then the man asked, “Who is my neighbor?” So Jesus told the story of a man who was hurt and left on the side of the road. A priest passed him by. So did a Levite. But then came a Samaritan—a stranger—who stopped, took care of him, and made sure he was safe.
Jesus said the Samaritan was the real neighbor because he showed mercy.
I thought about that for a while after. I want to be like that Samaritan. Not someone who just feels bad, but someone who does something. Even if I don’t have coins like he did, I can still give my time or a kind word—or even just a prayer.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too small to make a difference. But maybe loving your neighbor means doing what you can, right where you are. Like bringing warm eggs to the Breakfast Club, or letting Mini nap on my lap when she’s tired, or sharing my last peppermint with Ronnie after Mass.
Jesus said, “Go and do likewise.” So I’ll try.
Little Prayer:
Jesus, help me see with Your eyes,
Stop with Your heart,
And love with Your mercy.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
It’s from Saint Luke, and I’ve heard it before, but this morning it felt like Jesus was telling it straight to me.
A scholar asked Jesus what he had to do to get to Heaven, and Jesus told him to love God with all his heart—and to love his neighbor too. But then the man asked, “Who is my neighbor?” So Jesus told the story of a man who was hurt and left on the side of the road. A priest passed him by. So did a Levite. But then came a Samaritan—a stranger—who stopped, took care of him, and made sure he was safe.
Jesus said the Samaritan was the real neighbor because he showed mercy.
I thought about that for a while after. I want to be like that Samaritan. Not someone who just feels bad, but someone who does something. Even if I don’t have coins like he did, I can still give my time or a kind word—or even just a prayer.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m too small to make a difference. But maybe loving your neighbor means doing what you can, right where you are. Like bringing warm eggs to the Breakfast Club, or letting Mini nap on my lap when she’s tired, or sharing my last peppermint with Ronnie after Mass.
Jesus said, “Go and do likewise.” So I’ll try.
Little Prayer:
Jesus, help me see with Your eyes,
Stop with Your heart,
And love with Your mercy.
Amen.
Love,
Kathy
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