But a Samaritan, as he traveled, came where the man was; and when he saw him,

he took pity on him.

Luke 10:33

I looked forward to youth group every week. My mom dropped me off at the back door of the church and I darted through the hall, heading up the stairs to the unfinished “attic” where we met on Wednesday nights. I couldn’t wait to see my friends and hear the music and message to grow my faith.

As I rounded the corner of the stairwell, I heard sobbing. There was a girl collapsed in a heap, her face contorted in pain. My best guess was that she twisted her ankle, but it really could have been worse.

Here’s the part I’m ashamed to write. I walked around her and continued up the stairs. And if I’m honest, I remember stepping over her, my feet skimming by her face, and continuing on my merry way– to church.

I would love to say I turned around and went back. That I told a leader someone needed help. But I didn’t. I sat down and started making weekend plans with my friends.

Well, somewhere in the time between 9th grade and “Senior Sunday” I started thinking about that incident. It weighed me down and I rehearsed what I would say in apology. You see, her family and mine were friends, her parents my Sunday School teachers, and we attended all the same youth group functions.

I knew we were all heading to college soon, and my chances for apologizing were dwindling. So, all dressed in my cap and gown, I found Cathy and apologized. I remember the shame I felt and the way my hands shook. She was gracious and forgiving. I was relieved - and confronted with my heart that is a selfish wreck without the transforming power of Jesus.

Thank You that You forgive me when I confess my sins to You. Help me to be quick to ask for Your forgiveness and transforming power to work in my life.

Whitney P.