As many Witches I know, I was originally raised as a Christian. (German Lutheran, which I why I don’t like sitting in the front row and have to share how many times I’ve read the Bible.) So it was the parable of the Good Samaritan that came to mind  as I called 911 to report a person lying unconscious on the side of the road this evening. (The irony of the story is, of course, that as a Witch in Calgary it is not only my actions that make me the Samaritan of the story – or sort of, because the woman on the grass was also part of the dominant/mainstream population.)

Xander commented, as we waited for the ambulance to help her, that many people “had just walked on by” even as we were standing there. And while it was true that I was more cautious because I had him with me, I didn’t hesitate to get involved. It wasn’t just because of the Three-Fold Law, or because I wanted to model good behaviour to my son. It was because someone was in distress and I reached out to help.

We need to help each other. It’s not a parable, it’s just what we need to do.