I’ve never been particularly fond of
the parable of the servants who were each given a sum of money by their
master. Two of them invested the money
and doubled it and received the praise of their master when he returned. The third one was afraid and buried his money
and then gave it back to the master when he came back. The master rewarded the ones who doubled
their money and punished the servant who only returned what he had been
given.
The reason that I don’t like this
story is because it seems to me to be devoid of compassion, which I think is
the quality that Jesus brought to all of us by his life and ministry. I would rather have had the master take the
frightened servant aside and thank him for giving back his money and sharing
with him some possible ways that he could have used the small amount that he
had been given to make a difference in the world. That would have been preferable to seeing the
poor man get punished.
Compassion isn’t always easy. Sometimes we are frightened by misery. When we see large groups of people who don’t
have enough to eat or places to live, we sometimes are tempted to retreat from
it and wonder if somebody else can do something to help them. Our role in taking care of each other is the
essence of compassion. Once when we were
on our meals-on-wheels route, a woman came to us and asked if we could give her
a dollar. She wanted to buy a hot
chocolate and didn’t have the money to do that.
I gave her five dollars and watched the tears well up in her eyes. She said that her house had burned down and
that she was trying to find a place to live.
She left us and went to get her hot chocolate. I certainly didn’t do much to help her, but
those tears of hers after getting a small amount of money stayed with me. She certainly needed more help than I could
give her at that moment, and she was only one of a number of people on the
street who are left behind by the rest of us.
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