The Way Jesus Taught Part 2:  He Told Stories

(Part 2 of 9)

Luke 10:36  Which of these three, do you think, proved to be a neighbor to the man who fell among the robbers?”(ESV)

A man was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho.  He was attacked, stripped, beaten, and left half dead.

A priest came by.  He saw him and passed on the other side.

Then a Levite came.  He saw him and did the same.

Then came a Samaritan.  He stopped.

He treated the man’s wounds, put him on his own animal, took him to an inn, cared for him, and paid for his continued care.

Jesus could have simply said, “Love your neighbor, even when your neighbor is someone you would normally avoid.”

Instead, He told a story.

The lawyer had asked, “Who is my neighbor?”

Jesus answered by making him watch three people encounter the same wounded man.

Two knew the law.  One lived it.

Then Jesus asked another question.  “Which of these three, do you think, proved to be a neighbor?”

The lawyer had to answer.  “The one who showed him mercy.”

The story did something that a simple definition couldn’t.

It made the listener see the road.  It made him see the wounded man.  It made him watch the priest walk past.  Then the Levite.  Then the Samaritan stop.

By the time Jesus asked the final question, the answer was already standing in front of him.

Stories can carry truth past defenses that might resist a direct statement.  They let us see ourselves without immediately realizing that we’re the one being described.

Then, sometimes, the story turns the mirror toward us.

Jesus finished with a command.  “You go, and do likewise.”

How Jesus taught:  He told stories.

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I’ve walked a path I didn’t ask for, guided by a God I can’t ignore. I don’t wear titles well—writer, teacher, leader—they fit like borrowed armor. But I know this: I’ve bled truth onto a page, challenged what I was told to swallow, and led only because I refused to follow where I couldn’t see Christ.

I don’t see greatness in the mirror. I see someone ordinary, shaped by pain and made resilient through it. I’m not above anyone. I’m not below anyone. I’m just trying to live what I believe and document the war inside so others know they aren’t alone.

If you’re looking for polished answers, you won’t find them here.
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If you’re unsure of what path to follow or disillusioned with the world today and are willing to walk with me along this path I follow, you’ll never be alone. Everyone is welcome and invited to participate as much as they feel comfortable with.

Now, welcome home. I’m Don.

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