Cell phones, how did we ever live without them? As the last class on the book of Micah started, we focused on the well-known passage found in chapter 6, verse 8, “…and what does the LORD require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?” It’s one of my favorites, and I was looking forward to bringing out some great points to take from it.
I had barely finished with the introductory remarks when several phones went off with the klaxon-like ringing of an Amber Alert. There was the typical mad scramble by those “offending” people to mute their phone. A lot of us checked our phones, even those of us who knew we had properly muted our phones before class. One class member gave helpful advice on how to mute one’s cell phone.
We moved on, and two minutes later another alarm rings out. Come on. Then, to cap it off, as one of us reads a passage for the class, his phone alerts. How annoying, particularly as we tried to diligently study God’s Word. I observed, half-jokingly, that down at the courthouse my bailiff would have seized the phones and kept them for the rest of the day. Luckily, the remainder of the class time was interruption-free.
About a week later, Mary catches me after a Sunday night program. Mary has a heart for God, like so many of our church family. To summarize, she relates that a couple days after that class she was thinking about those Amber Alerts. They concerned a missing two-year-old boy in a city about 3 hours from us. She had one of those killer questions. Why were we all annoyed with the constant interruptions of the alerts instead of concerned about the missing boy?
“Jesus replied, ‘A man was going down from Jerusalem to Jericho, and he fell among robbers, who stripped him and beat him and departed, leaving him half dead. Now by chance a priest was going down that road, and when he saw him he passed by on the other side. So likewise a Levite, when he came to the place and saw him, passed by on the other side.’” (Luke 10:30–32)
Assuming that the priest and Levite had to get to Bible class by 9 a.m., you can understand their inability to give their time to help this man whom they did not know. Likewise, we only had 45 minutes to complete our study in Micah. Trying to fit in a few minutes of prayer for a missing two-year-old would have put us off schedule even more than those annoying klaxon alerts had already done. How would we ever have learned as much as we did about doing justice, acting kindly and walking humbly?
Enough said. The moral of the story is yours to consider. It’s a better lesson than the one we heard during that class.
The boy’s lifeless body was found the next day.