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One of Love’s Many Dismays

There was once a young man who had heard about a woman whose beauty was so legendary that no man was able to resist her. It was said that whenever she passed by, all men fell on their knees and worshipped her like a deity. The story also did go that while she entertained all the suitors who lined up at her door, that she would also turn down each proposal when she was asked for her hand in marriage. This broke everyone’s hearts, naturally. Pools of the tears of the many men who had desired her welcomed the next suitor by the threshold of her door.

One day this young man was so intrigued by this story of the woman he did not yet see, that he started daydreaming about her whose beauty was known to crush any man’s heart. She would be the first thing he wondered about as he awoke to each new day, and she, the woman of many possible faces, would haunt him in his dreams. He asked himself what she liked, what jewellery adorned her, what she did in the afternoons; or if she liked long walks,…

The Burdens of Love

Gustave Dore, The Arrival of the Good Samaritan at the Inn, etching, 1868.



We all know the story already. After being passed by on the road by a priest and a Levite, a half-dead man who was robbed of everything he had was tended to by a Samaritan, who bandaged his wounds, poured oil and wine over him. And then the Samaritan picks up the man, places him on his donkey, brings him to an inn where he may rest and recover. Then the Samaritan takes leave of the man, pays the innkeeper for the accommodations, and then says: “Look after him, and when I return, I will reimburse you for any extra expense you may have” (Luke 10: 35). We were told this story in our youth in order to learn that helping others meant helping any man we come across on the road. That even strangers by the wayside deserve our aid when they need it. Also, we were inspired by the mercy that the Samaritan showed toward the fallen man; that mercy meant that urgent response to him who suffered; that one cannot, like the pries…