“They went, and while still on their way, became clean. One of them, when he realized that he was healed, turned around and came back, shouting his gratitude, glorifying God. He kneeled at Jesus’ feet, so grateful. He couldn’t thank him enough—and he was a Samaritan.” That’s a bit odd.
I love odd people. I suppose it is because I am a bit odd myself. I feel at home with odd people. My dad was an odd person. I loved my dad. What is it about odd people that make my day?
I think maybe it is because they love life. They appreciate what God has done for them and are confident enough in their identity to just be themself. While most of the world looks at them and giggles behind their back, they have a smile and beauty that maybe only they appreciate. They love God.
When I was a research scientist, I had a friend who wore different color socks. He had more interesting things going on in his head than worrying about the color of his socks. I had a mathmatician friend that took his toothbrush for a walk on a string. I had another scientist friend who was comfortable peeling his toenails in the middle of a party. These people were all brilliantly odd and didn’t fit in. They were modern day Samaritans.
Samaritans don’t fit in, but do great things. Wouldn’t you like the confidence to be a modern day Samaritan?