But a Samaritan, as he journeyed, came to where he was; and when he saw him, he had compassion, and went to him and bound up his wounds, pouring on oil and wine; then he set him on his own beast and brought him to an inn, and took care of him.
We are made for a place. To belong to somebody is to belong somewhere. This is true even of very mobile families (such as military families) and of nomadic peoples, such as Bedouin. To have a place is not necessarily to have a fixed location. A child is always on the move, but a child's movements have a place — in orbit around Mommy and Daddy. So there's a difference between place and location. Location is just a point on a mathematical grid. Place is anywhere a relationship exists. The good Samaritan refused to deny his relationship to the suffering man. In so doing, he created a place for him where a moment before he had been just a victim located next to a highway. Risky? Yes. But it also an act at the heart of mercy.