When our son, Tory, was just a small boy, we were coming home from Sunday school and church, and I asked him what he had learned that morning. He told me they had heard the story of the Good Samaritan. He proceeded to give me a blow-by-blow description of what had taken place. Back in his unregenerate days, Tory was on the side of the robbers.

When he was all through, I said, "Son, what was the spiritual lesson of the story?"

It was obvious I had taken him by surprise, and he thought for a minute and said, "That story teaches that whenever I'm in trouble, you've got to help me." It's not the complete answer, but from the view of that man by the side of the road, it is one way of looking at a neighbor.