You oftentimes hear about stories like this, but it just doesn't seem plausible until it gets a little closer to home. In fact, just last Wednesday evening in Bible class, an older gentleman was sharing that he takes his duty to do good to his fellow man seriously enough that he'd risk his own life, even if he doesn't really *believe* that he's in danger when he stops to help someone. Yet here it is, in black and white, and it happened in the town my best friend lives in. NOT a large city. Just an average Georgia town.
If you feel so inclined, read the whole story, but the long and short of it was that a youth minister and Hospice chaplain called his wife to tell her he'd be a wee bit late as he was helping someone out...and was never heard from again alive. He was stabbed, run over with his own car, and left to die. The very thought of someone who is killed by the very people he's trying to help makes you sick to your stomach, but then it begs the inevitable question....
If we are to be "good Samaritans" (and we are), how do we protect ourselves from kooks and murderers? Pete and I had a long discussion about this yesterday over lunch, and while I think we were just too emotionally charged to be rational, we really couldn't come up with any workable possibilities that would be a solution to the risk you take. Are we to blindly take risk, just figuring that "if it's my time, there's no point in fighting it"? Is that blind faith in God's protection, or do you think God expects us to take a little of the initiative in protecting ourselves? To what degree???