You are traveling along the treacherous road from Jerusalem to Jericho, and you happen upon a man lying in the ditch, bleeding to death. You are moved to compassion. In fact, you tell everyone around that that is what you are feeling. So, you get down off your mule. You take a skin of wine and a jar of oil with you and stride past the bleeding man. He’ll be all right, you say. He must be all right…
