A couple of days ago I read this story about a man who died on his descent from the summit of Mount Everest. The startling point of the story was how many people passed this man on their way up or down and did not stop to offer aid or the much needed oxygen.
Those who passed this man offered many reasons why they did not help him.
- The risk of dying by using up their personal oxygen supply.
- He was already going to die.
- It is too hard to keep myself alive, let alone someone else.
- There was no hope.
- He got himself into this mess by not being properly prepared.
- Helping would keep me from achieving my goal of reaching the summit.
I choose not to judge those who did not help. I do not know what they were experiencing and what they encountered based on a short description of the events.
However - the reasons they offered for not doing something sounded familiar to me. They sound a lot like what Christians say or think when it comes to helping those in need. Especially those in need of Jesus.
Sure the person may be destined for Hell, or broken and desperate, and I would like to help but...
- I don't want to risk losing what I have.
- I'm not willing to give up my life for someone like that.
- He is beyond help.
- I have my own problems.
- She is hopeless. It would be pearls to swine!
- These are the consequences for his sin and actions.
- Helping will really get in the way of fulfilling my goals.
The result of course is that the person desperately needing a breath of Jesus is passed by, and left to a lonely spiritual and relational suffocation.