Who is The Good Samaritan?

The parable of the Good Samaritan is a familiar one to most. It encourages the fairly basic idea of serving our fellow man and helps us to think about who our "neighbors" are. Since I was young, I have always read this story relating myself to the figure of the Samaritan. I need to be the person to take the time to help those around me and to "...be faithful" and "...succor the weak, lift up the hands which hang down, and strengthen the feeble knees." It is important to pray and look for opportunities to serve, especially those who can't help themselves. This week however, I thought of this parable in a different way than I ever have in the past. The parable of the good Samaritan can be found in Luke 10:25-37. A certain lawyer tries to tempt Christ by asking what he needs to do to inherit eternal life. Christ, always turning back to the scriptures asks this man what the scriptures tell him. He replies that the law tells him to love God and to love his neighbor. Christ confirms what he has said and tells him that if he does this he will live. But, unsatisfied with this answer that provoked no confrontation, the man continues and asks who then, his neighbor is. Christ responds with the parable.

The parable has various figures:

-The wounded man

-The thieves

-The Priest

-The Levite

-The Samaritan and

-The innkeeper

In the end, Christ asks the lawyer to summarize the point of the story. He asks in verses 36-37, "Which now of these three, thinkest thou, was neighbor unto him that fell among the thieves? And he said, He that shewed mercy on him. Then said Jesus unto him, Go and do thou likewise."

Because of the situation with this lawyer and the conclusion that they draw, I think that we always tend to look at this story as a story of service and loving our neighbor. It is an obvious lesson to take away. We are to look at our neighbors as the Samaritan did and care for them as much as we are able.

Joseph Smith said, however, that all "things which pertain to our religion are only appendages" to the Atonement of Christ (TPJS, p.121). Changing perspectives on this story can help us relate this parable to the Atonement better. Instead of looking at this with the idea that I am the Samaritan, I need to relate myself to the wounded man. I am the helpless one who needs assistance. With this paradigm shift, the Samaritan becomes Christ. He is the only one who can help me. As much as the priest or the levite might be willing to help me, it is only Christ who is capable. It is only through his mercy and compassion on me that I am able to stay with the innkeeper (who might be compared to Heavenly Father). Christ has paid my debt and has left an endless account for my needs to be met. He asks nothing in return. His love is perfect.

While the lesson of service is valuable, I find this connection to the Atonement more substantial. Christ is the one, also despised of the Jews, who in his own humility comes to my aide. He is the only one who can save me.

You're Eyes Are Beautiful!

The other day, I was wandering around a health fair that David had a booth at for our business. (Music is good for your health, okay?!) Anyway, I was chattin' it up with people I knew and meeting some people who had recently joined our music studio. For awhile, I just walked aimlessly following my kids as they went from booth to booth collecting goodies. Out of nowhere, this lady walks right up to me, a little too in my bubble for comfort, but says, "You're eyes are beautiful!" And then walked away just as quickly as she came. I stood there for a second maybe wondering if I had just imagined it. It was so quick that I didn't even respond. I just stood there. In spite of the randomness of the moment and the briefly uncomfortable feeling of being confronted, it put a smile on my face and I am still thinking about it almost a week later. Be kind to other humans. Even if it makes you a little weird.

"I call redo!"

Anytime we made mistakes playing games or doing anything really, as little kids (especially playing 4-square), we would yell, "I call redo!" This was the all-inclusive, error-erasing phrase that could never be contested, and always allowed one the chance to try again. You could use this phrase in many circumstances: when you messed up yourself, or when others messed up in a way that gave you a disadvantage. Either way, it was a saving grace throughout my childhood. Well, today, I call redo. Earlier this week, I posted about my thoughts on the "Wear pants to church" controversy that people were talking about all over Facebook and in the news. I had one friend who helped me to see that I hadn't really considered all sides of the story. I am grateful for the time she took to point out some of my unjust and partly ignorant thinking. Just because someone participated in, or even initiated this event did not mean that she was demanding to be given the Pries...

Their Proper Place

The past few months have been exciting for me. I have made a lot of changes in my life in an attempt to truly find joy in my journey. My journey of motherhood. My journey of teaching. My journey to being the healthiest and happiest version of me I can be. After each of my three boys were born, my body has obviously changed a lot, and my depression has become more prevalent. Over the past several years, my autoimmune disease has played a fairly big part in my health, and anxiety kept creeping back into the forefront of each day. While I have (and had) a wonderful life, I was becoming overwhelmed on a daily and sometimes hourly basis with...everything. All. of. the. things: My kids, my house, my body, the noise, projects, papers to be graded, lack of focus, feelings of inadequacy and failure, pure exhaustion, back problems, lack of energy, constant bubbling anger, guilt for constantly blowing up at my family...I felt out of control all the time. Before marriage and kiddos...

Pearls & Perfection Pending