A family of disheveled, unkempt individuals was stranded by the side of a major road on a Sunday morning. They were obviously in distress. The mother was sitting on a tattered suitcase, hair uncombed, clothes in disarray, with a glazed look in her eyes, holding a smelly, poorly clad, crying baby. The father was unshaved, dressed in coveralls, a look of dispair on his face as he tried to corral two other youngsters. Beside them was a run-down old car that had obviously just given up the ghost.
Down the road came a car driven by the local Bishop; he was on his way to church. And though the father of the family waved frantically, the Bishop could not hold up his parishioners, so he acted as though he didn't see them.
Soon came another car, and again the father waved frantically. But the car was driven by the president of the Kiwanis Club, and he was late for a statewide address to Kiwanis presidents in a nearby city. He too, acted as though he did not see them and kept his eyes straight on the road ahead of him.
The next car that came by was driven by an outspoken local atheist, who had never been to church in his life. When he saw the family's distress, he took them into his own car. After inquiring as to their need, he took them to a local motel, where he paid for a week's lodging while the father found work. He also paid for the father to rent a car so he could look for work and gave the mother cash for food and new clothes...
-Luke 10:30-37
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