I just came in from my morning walk.
My devotions led me to this.
I love Luke.
We never met, being separated by a couple of millenia as we are.
But my affection is deep for what he gave me that otherwise I wouldn’t have.
Luke, if you are wondering, wrote a right fair smart of the Book I read for comfort, challenge, and humility.
He was an outsider.
Quite likely the only outsider who got published in this way.
Without him I would never have known about the story my Friend told about the waiting parent. It’s a story that has me relating to every character in the tale.
Without Luke we’d be left with one dreadful Christmas Carol. Can you imagine the drudgery of singing 🎶We Three Kings🎶 without some relief from 🎶Joy to the World🎶?
This morning I am dwelling on another tale our Friend taught that he, and he alone, shared.
In this tale, which has infinite implications, there are a couple of fellows who clearly should have known the right thing to do but took DELIBERATE action to avoid doing it.
Then along came another fellow traveler who, by the norms of the day, could have legitimately avoided doing the right thing but took DELIBERATE action to do it.
Then our Friend narrowed the question to an obvious answer.
And closed the account by saying “do that.”
As our Friend and I ambulated along we were chatting about outsiders who show up and insiders who disappear. He smiled at me the way he does and said…
“Makes you wonder if old Luke had ever been robbed and beaten - and loved - doesn’t it?”