Having been locked in the house these past few weeks has given me more than enough time to deeply reflect on what I’m grateful for. I’m mostly grateful for the people in my life who have truly been a part of my journey.
This started when one morning I read the Parable of the Good Samaritan. I have read this parable multiple times and honestly had never put much thought into it. Until recently when I read it and I saw my own life in it.
An expert in the law had asked Jesus after a discussion where He had made reference to one’s “neighbor”, for more clarity into who that neighbor might be. To which Jesus responds with the parable:
Luke 10:29-37 (NIV)
But he wanted to justify himself, so he asked Jesus, “And who is my neighbor?”
In reply Jesus said: “A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, when he was attacked by robbers. They stripped him of his clothes, beat him and went away, leaving him half dead. A priest happened to be going down the same road, and when he saw the man, he passed by on the other side. So too, a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side. But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him, he took pity on him. He went to him and bandaged his wounds, pouring on oil and wine. Then he put the man on his own donkey, brought him to an inn and took care of him.The next day he took out two denarii and gave them to the innkeeper. ‘Look after him,’ he said, ‘and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have.
“Which of these three do you think was a neighbor to the man who fell into the hands of robbers?” The expert in the law replied, “The one who had mercy on him.” Jesus told him, “Go and do likewise.”
In this parable we see 4 people.The first is the injured man, the priest, the Levite and the lastly the Samaritan.
My life has been much like the injured man, I have been robbed by the enemy by losing those in my life that I love, I have felt completely beaten up by many challenges that I have faced and I have been left to die during a phase when thought I wouldn’t survive. I was overlooked by members in my own family (we are slowly reuniting again), I was overlooked by those whom I had expected help from. And at my lowest when I just waited for death. I was found by good Samaritans
The Musokes (Sylvia and Peter)
I have known this family since 2004 I became friends with their eldest daughter Vanessa and they welcomed me as their own. This was my first time experiencing what home should be, a complete family unit a Mother and a Father raising their children together. It is here where I was first bandaged, the love this family has shown me has been what what has kept me going, kept me praying and kept me striving. The “Inn” they brought me too to was none other than their own home the kindest but sternest people I know who have lovingly corrected me and loved me even when I least deserved it. I have made noise in this house (a lot of it) I have been prayed for and spurred on in so many ways. I am most grateful for you, I’ll never forget about a year ago when they came with me to my graduation. You could have sworn these were my biological parents how they held shoes, held my hand and screamed my name as I walked on the stage. I am so grateful for you! I wish I could write it in all the skies.
The Rabes (Anneke and Ralph)
I met the Rabes in 2010 at a time where my world completely turned upside down. The darkest most uncertain time of my life, I like the injured man was waiting for death. On the verge of burying my dreams when I was quietly putting away my hopes. Here comes the most interesting people in my life. I say this because the first night we slept on the farm our alarm at 5am was U2’s “Beautiful Day” on full blast, I still laugh at the thought, Uncle Ralph was waking us up, I’m grateful though because I might have missed my simple alarm. Again we found ourself in this “Inn” filled with genuine smiles and prayer and love, this family has exposed me to a world I would have otherwise not known. Taken me in as one of their own in every way. They have travelled with me, they have prayed for me and have mentored me into being the women that I am. I have come here and left better, by them putting in the “denarii” of their time and supporting me completely. My most memorable moment is being in London with Mom Anneke and feeling like I could conquer the world. I am grateful for you.
Busisiwe Mbatha, Sinethemba Mthethwa, Bathandwa Isaac, Frank Ntshangase, Bonga Mdletshe (my brother)
When I started writing I was so afraid, afraid that no one cared what I had to say, you are the first group of people who commented and kept telling me I could do it until I started to believe it myself. With each post I became more confident my fears became soft and my whisper became a roar and this is what I love most. In your own way you’ve all contributed to this safe space. Thank you. I’m not stopping, each time I’m too afraid to go all in, I think of you and how like the in-keeper you all “looked after me” with some of you really far but brought so close with words. You are my Good Samaritans and I hope you never forget. If no one told you today you matter and you are deeply appreciated.
And lastly my Lord and Savior. Who has seen my every flaw and loved me all the same. My life has been filled with Good Samaritans because in your grace l, when I was the least qualified was not given what I deserve. But Grace upon grace from your fullness. May my life be a testimony to the glory of your name.
Because giving thanks is a way of life and in the darkness we all find ourselves in we need just a glimmer of light.
I don’t know who the Good Samaritans in your life are but maybe they need a reminder in this time that they’ve been good and you are grateful and you haven’t said it in a long time.
Life is Art.