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The Good Arab – A Parable​

~ Jesus couldn’t possibly mean that WE are the unloving ones in the story, could he? ~

You’re meeting Jesus for coffee and conversation when he brings up a familiar topic: loving your neighbor.

“In this contemporary context,” you ask, “who is my neighbor?”

“This story will explain.”
~~~~~~
A homeless man was camped out in a Wal-Mart parking lot when he was beaten and robbed. Soon an Evangelical Christian and his wife drove by.

“Look at that poor guy,” said the woman. “His own bad choices caused this to happen. Let’s not enable his dysfunction by helping him.”

“He’s probably a criminal,” said the man. “Let’s go. We’re late for church.”

So they kept driving.

Soon four ministers drove by. “This kind of problem is getting worse all the time,” said the first. “We’re losing the culture war. See what happens when people refuse to obey God’s laws?”

“God said this would happen,” said the second. “It’s a fulfillment of biblical prophecy. We’d be standing in God’s way if we tried to stop it from happening.”

“People like this need to learn things the hard way,” said the third. “This man’s victim-mentality prevents him from improving himself. There’s nothing we can do to help him.”

“The Bible warns against works-righteousness,” said the fourth. “We are saved by our belief in God, not by doing good works. We might go to hell if we think that helping people like this is more important than our simple faith in God.”

So the pastors drove away.

In time, a foreigner — a Palestinian Muslim — drove by. He took the man to a medical clinic and bought him some clothes. Then he paid for the man to stay in a nice hotel until he was well enough to get by on his own.
~~~~~~
“Who do you think was the injured man’s neighbor?” Jesus asks.

“The foreigner,” you answer.

“That’s right. Now go and do likewise.”

The story sticks like a lump in your throat. “I have no problem with an Arab helping this man,” you say, “but I personally have a moral problem with helping someone who is in the habit of getting hurt because of his own bad choices. I mean, I could give him a sleeping bag or a few bucks but that would hardly solve his problems.”

“Who said anything about giving him stuff?” Jesus asks. “That’s the cheap and easy American way to get out of loving people properly. How about giving him something infinitely more valuable like your time? … or a listening ear? … or a loving touch?”

“Our capacity to love is finite,” you say, “so we focus on people’s spiritual needs, which are so much more important than their physical needs. We want to save their souls from hell.”

Jesus sighs, “You are deceived. Abstract religious thoughts and decisions are notmore important than love. Your preoccupation with heaven and hell cripple you, when it comes to giving practical help to hurting people.”

“But Jesus,” you say, “this is what it means to be a Christian today! There’s nothing more important than making a decision for God.”

“Can you honestly not see how wrong you are? You are surrounded with like-minded people, all patting each other on the backs for your lavish displays of morality. I never taught you this. Your juvenile Christian leaders have misled you into thinking passive faith and doctrine is more important than active love.”

“But what about hell?” you ask. “Isn’t making it to heaven the most important thing? And isn’t helping others escape eternal damnation more important than helping them with their temporal needs?”

Jesus shakes his head, looking deep into your eyes. “You are to be pitied more than the Pharisees and Sadducees. Your obsession with hell is self-centered and foolish. Do you even comprehend why I was so critical of the Pharisees?”

You pause, recalling Bible lessons learned long ago. “Because they were hypocrites,” you say. “They were proud and unloving to others because of their judgmental religious attitudes.”

“Which is a perfect description of your brand of Christianity, wouldn’t you agree?” Jesus says, disappointment written across his face. “You think your bumper stickers and public proclamations of faith and super-sized crosses and church buildings and religious monuments will somehow save the world. Can’t you see how these things have absolutely nothing to do with the greatest commandment, which is love?”

You sigh and shake your head, not ready to accept Jesus’ words.

“How many times have you heard people say ‘Christians are unloving and judgmental’?”

“Well … a lot, I suppose.”

“And how many times have you accepted that analysis? … I mean, personally accepted it?”

“Well … ah …”

“Exactly my point,” says Jesus. “You don’t believe the critics. Your arrogance prevents you from seeing how right they are. Meanwhile, you climb up onto God’s throne and create one list of people who are damned … and a second list of people who, like you, are going to heaven. And could you tell me please, how does this relate to the sacrificial agape love that I taught you?”

“It doesn’t,” you say with exasperation.

“You are little more than spiritual salesmen and divine multi-level marketing agents. You bait innocent people with cookies and cheap coffee, getting them to come to your church and buy into your propaganda. And that makes you feel good. It gets you off the hook. Your whole program revolves around heaven and hell so you don’t have to get your hands dirty or drive them to the clinic or wait while they have a job interview. Do you even know what true love is?”

You take a deep breath and slowly let it out, considering Jesus’ words. “I hear what you’re saying, Jesus, but I was always taught that the greatest love was helping people make a decision to escape hell.”

“That is not love, especially when it’s built on the blasphemous assumption that they are damned and you are not. That’s not what I taught you! I told you simple stories of a love that any child can understand. Do you even know why I told you that story just now?”

You give it a moment’s thought. “To show what a good neighbor looks like,” you say.

“Yes,” Jesus says. “And …”

“To show what a bad neighbor looks like.”

“Right,” Jesus says. “And who were the ones who had all the unloving excuses?”

“The religious ones,” you say.

“The religious ones,” Jesus says, “which in case you haven’t notice … includes you. And what kind of love have I shown you? … a drive-by love that keeps a safe distance away, telling people to be good and escape hell?”

“No. You showed us the kind of love that comes at a cost. But Jesus,” you ask, a note of hesitation in your voice, “are you saying we shouldn’t even warn them of hell?”

“You’re asking the wrong question,” Jesus says. “That attitude begins with you in the judgment seat. Step down from the throne and let I am take care of that. It’s our job, not yours.”

“So …” you begin, allowing your thoughts to linger over Jesus’ words. “So you are asking me to throw out this whole program of getting people saved …”

“I like where this is headed,” Jesus says.

“… and honestly, Jesus, when I think about tossing all that out … there’s not much left! I mean, what else do we have if we stop trying to get people to think like us and come to church?”

“Exactly,” Jesus says. “What else remains?”

“Well …” Again you sigh. “It means we simply have to roll up our sleeves and start loving folk right where they are with no strings attached, with no judgment about their salvation or their worth or whatever. It means learning how to love them sacrificially.”

Jesus’ broad smile brightens like the sun. “The greatest is love! That’s the key, and it’s for your benefit as much as theirs. When you get right down on their level, with no pride or superiority, you will be blessed like never before.”

“That makes a lot of sense,” you say.

Jesus laughs. “I think you’re finally starting to get it.”
~~~~~~
THEOLOGY 101: THREE FOUNDATIONAL PRINCIPLES ABOUT GOD:

1) God is love.

2) God is love.

3) God is love.
 
I happened to know an older Greek fellow who had an atheist friend who was dying of cancer in the hospital. The Greek fellow waited until his friend was on his deathbed to talk to him about God, and his friend rebuked him in a way that still lingers in my mind today. He basically said something along the lines of, "if you truly loved God, and if you truly loved me as a friend, why would you wait until now to mention Him and the threat of hell?"

Charity and "good intentions" crumble like dust if they aren't done for the glorification of God.
 
I happened to know an older Greek fellow who had an atheist friend who was dying of cancer in the hospital. The Greek fellow waited until his friend was on his deathbed to talk to him about God, and his friend rebuked him in a way that still lingers in my mind today. He basically said something along the lines of, "if you truly loved God, and if you truly loved me as a friend, why would you wait until now to mention Him and the threat of hell?"

Charity and "good intentions" crumble like dust if they aren't done for the glorification of God.
And that atheist friend was Albert Einstein.
 
A homeless man was camped out in a Wal-Mart parking lot when he was beaten and robbed. Soon an Evangelical Christian and his wife drove by.

“Look at that poor guy,” said the woman. “His own bad choices caused this to happen. Let’s not enable his dysfunction by helping him.”

“He’s probably a criminal,” said the man. “Let’s go. We’re late for church.”

So they kept driving.

Soon four ministers drove by. “This kind of problem is getting worse all the time,” said the first. “We’re losing the culture war. See what happens when people refuse to obey God’s laws?”

“God said this would happen,” said the second. “It’s a fulfillment of biblical prophecy. We’d be standing in God’s way if we tried to stop it from happening.”

“People like this need to learn things the hard way,” said the third. “This man’s victim-mentality prevents him from improving himself. There’s nothing we can do to help him.”

“The Bible warns against works-righteousness,” said the fourth. “We are saved by our belief in God, not by doing good works. We might go to hell if we think that helping people like this is more important than our simple faith in God.”

So the pastors drove away.

In time, a foreigner — a Palestinian Muslim — drove by. He took the man to a medical clinic and bought him some clothes. Then he paid for the man to stay in a nice hotel until he was well enough to get by on his own.
What a shit parable that is the quintessential reddit atheist - "Maybe arab (of course a palestinian one, at that) are the real good people?" I heavily doubt any sort of statistics backs arabs being more generous outside their community, and it is made solely to shame Christians for not being good enough due to fictional goalposts.

The story sticks like a lump in your throat. “I have no problem with an Arab helping this man,” you say, “but I personally have a moral problem with helping someone who is in the habit of getting hurt because of his own bad choices. I mean, I could give him a sleeping bag or a few bucks but that would hardly solve his problems.”

“Who said anything about giving him stuff?” Jesus asks. “That’s the cheap and easy American way to get out of loving people properly. How about giving him something infinitely more valuable like your time? … or a listening ear? … or a loving touch?”

“Our capacity to love is finite,” you say, “so we focus on people’s spiritual needs, which are so much more important than their physical needs. We want to save their souls from hell.”

Jesus sighs, “You are deceived. Abstract religious thoughts and decisions are notmore important than love. Your preoccupation with heaven and hell cripple you, when it comes to giving practical help to hurting people.”
The fucking parable itself has the muslim waste a ton of money on the guy rather than "giving him your time and love", it's immediately moving the goalposts and the guy is 100% right that it won't help shit in the long term instead of making him poorer.
“Our capacity to love is finite,” you say, “so we focus on people’s spiritual needs, which are so much more important than their physical needs. We want to save their souls from hell.”

Jesus sighs, “You are deceived. Abstract religious thoughts and decisions are notmore important than love. Your preoccupation with heaven and hell cripple you, when it comes to giving practical help to hurting people.”

“But Jesus,” you say, “this is what it means to be a Christian today! There’s nothing more important than making a decision for God.”

“Can you honestly not see how wrong you are? You are surrounded with like-minded people, all patting each other on the backs for your lavish displays of morality. I never taught you this. Your juvenile Christian leaders have misled you into thinking passive faith and doctrine is more important than active love.”
Saving someone from an eternity of torment is love. Again, this doesn't go inline with the parable at all.
“But what about hell?” you ask. “Isn’t making it to heaven the most important thing? And isn’t helping others escape eternal damnation more important than helping them with their temporal needs?”

Jesus shakes his head, looking deep into your eyes. “You are to be pitied more than the Pharisees and Sadducees. Your obsession with hell is self-centered and foolish. Do you even comprehend why I was so critical of the Pharisees?”

You pause, recalling Bible lessons learned long ago. “Because they were hypocrites,” you say. “They were proud and unloving to others because of their judgmental religious attitudes.”

“Which is a perfect description of your brand of Christianity, wouldn’t you agree?” Jesus says, disappointment written across his face. “You think your bumper stickers and public proclamations of faith and super-sized crosses and church buildings and religious monuments will somehow save the world. Can’t you see how these things have absolutely nothing to do with the greatest commandment, which is love?”
MUH MEGA CHURCHES. I would bet the author has never once in his life actually helped someone directly face to face, unlike countless Christian and other religious organizations.
“How many times have you heard people say ‘Christians are unloving and judgmental’?”

“Well … a lot, I suppose.”

“And how many times have you accepted that analysis? … I mean, personally accepted it?”

“Well … ah …”

“Exactly my point,” says Jesus. “You don’t believe the critics. Your arrogance prevents you from seeing how right they are. Meanwhile, you climb up onto God’s throne and create one list of people who are damned … and a second list of people who, like you, are going to heaven. And could you tell me please, how does this relate to the sacrificial agape love that I taught you?”
It's one hell of hypocrisy to base your argument on no judging arabs on what other say but judge christians by what others say. Maybe the muslims should listen to their critics and stop fucking their cousins?
“It doesn’t,” you say with exasperation.

“You are little more than spiritual salesmen and divine multi-level marketing agents. You bait innocent people with cookies and cheap coffee, getting them to come to your church and buy into your propaganda. And that makes you feel good. It gets you off the hook. Your whole program revolves around heaven and hell so you don’t have to get your hands dirty or drive them to the clinic or wait while they have a job interview. Do you even know what true love is?”
Again, Christianity is not just hell, I'm a Jew and even I know that. It's reducing the entire religion into a strawman that is 40 years old.
“That is not love, especially when it’s built on the blasphemous assumption that they are damned and you are not. That’s not what I taught you! I told you simple stories of a love that any child can understand. Do you even know why I told you that story just now?”
Maybe Jesus should start by saying the new testament is a lie then because that's a pretty huge contradiction.

“Well …” Again you sigh. “It means we simply have to roll up our sleeves and start loving folk right where they are with no strings attached, with no judgment about their salvation or their worth or whatever. It means learning how to love them sacrificially.”

Jesus’ broad smile brightens like the sun. “The greatest is love! That’s the key, and it’s for your benefit as much as theirs. When you get right down on their level, with no pride or superiority, you will be blessed like never before.”
If you don't judge people they will never improve. The author asks for Christians to follow DNC propaganda that has already destroyed multiple cities.
“That makes a lot of sense,” you say.
No it's not. "The author is going to burn in hell" makes more sense.
 
What a weird Jesus fanfic full of Biblical perversion. I read it 3 times and I guess I get the idea especially since trad shit and Christianity is a little bit en vogue right now, bur still - wtf? Spreading the gospel is like one of the main things in Christianity. The gospel and word of God is everything - you get a new heart once you accept Jesus. Doesn't get much better than that. What makes the author think that some random homeless person wants to spend time with someone who's STILL only there out of obligation & responsibility to God. It's way more sincere to give help and material comforts/needs to those in need in servitude to God. Not awkward hugs and hangouts with homeless strangers in servitude to God. I hate these assholes that commandeer Jesus and turn him into some hippy loser. The biggest and longest standing social outreach orgs are mostly Christian founded but over time the Christ part had been squeezed out so writings like this get a big eyeroll from me.


Also, why Palestinian? Is the author trying to do a modern day Good Samaritan thing?

I might be way off base with all of this but oh well.
 
You’re meeting Jesus for coffee and conversation when he brings up a familiar topic: loving your neighbor.
Love your neighbor does not mean taking it in the ass from your neighbor as his offspring rape your daughters and pillage your home, fag.
I am tired of Pinko-Christcucks trying to use my faith against me. At least burn your small cross before you do, so that I may know your contempt is universal rather than manipulative.
 
In time, a foreigner — a Palestinian Muslim — drove by. He took the man to a medical clinic and bought him some clothes. Then he paid for the man to stay in a nice hotel until he was well enough to get by on his own.

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Judging from how this normally goes, the Arab would call up his friends and family to rape the man.
 
Writing yourself in the role of Jesus to use him to parrot your opinion is probably going to get you at least one ass-beating at the pearly gates. Jesus was not that much of a hippie, for starters. Yes, all about love and forgiveness and helping people, but entirely uncompromising that sin = bad, and that's where this diverts from the parable of the good Samaritan. The man the Samaritan helped was an average traveler and not a druggie living in a parking lot. We have published accounts of what's happened when the good people of California stuck a bunch of druggies in a nice hotel: They demolished the hotel. They did not suddenly solve their failings in life and go on to support themselves. People wallowing in sin like that approached Jesus a few times in the Bible and he never let them go unscathed, because he wasn't a fucking idiot.

Would Jesus want people to help a parking lot druggie? Yes. Would he want them to do it by just handing the druggie a credit card and telling him to go stay in the Marriott down the street? No. Jesus would tell the guy to get his shit straight and make something of himself, and try to help him in that endeavor. Even two thousand years ago people weren't so stupid as to think that handing money to the local bum was going to get any good result.
 
This gives me "I don't believe this, but maybe if I tell you a Jesus story you will agree to feeding another million murder-hobos" vibes

Possible powerlevel, but I once met a homeless drunk in bar. He made me laugh so hard, I gave him my spare room and some pocket money to act as my butler. He found a job, moved out to his own place after a year, and is now married with two kids.
On the other hand my literal neighbor is a retarded cunt with a trail bike, and I'd be beating him to death right now if it wasn't for his security cameras.

If everyone is my neighbor then no-one is.
 
A further thought on neighbors:

Mr Rogers told me to love my neighbors:
All his neighbors were white Americans, and he died of natural causes in his 70's.

Jesus told me to told my neighbors:
All his neighbors were middle eastern, and they nailed his ass to a tree before he hit 35.
 
The Palestinian Muslim thing is a red herring, this is the real crux of the piece:
It means we simply have to roll up our sleeves and start loving folk right where they are with no strings attached, with no judgment about their salvation or their worth or whatever. It means learning how to love them sacrificially.
To bleeding heart idiots like the author of this piece love means infinite second chances and no lifestyle judgments.

Riddle me this: if you believe the gospel account, Christ had the ability to create food out of nothing. If ministering to the poor's physical needs is so important, why wasn't he constantly doing that instead of the two times it's recorded? Why did he spend so much time preaching when he could have been handing out infinite free food?
 
Writing yourself in the role of Jesus to use him to parrot your opinion is probably going to get you at least one ass-beating at the pearly gates.
If I was God - and I'm not saying I'm not - one of the laws of the universe I'd write would ensure that anyone who puts words in My mouth in order to push a Current Thing narrative would spontaneously combust.
 
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