A family of disheveled, unkempt individuals was stranded by the side of the road on a Sunday morning. They were in obvious distress. The mother was sitting on a tattered suitcase, hair uncombed, cloths in disarray, with a glazed look to her eyes, holding a smelly, poorly clad baby. The father was unshaved, dressed in overalls, the look of despair as he tried to corral two other youngsters. Beside them was a run-down old car that had obviously just given up the ghost.
Down the road came a car driven by the local bishop; he was on his way to church. And though the father of the family waved frantically, the bishop could not hold up his parishioners, so he acted as if he didn't see them.
Soon came another car, and again the father waved furiously. But the car was being driven by the president of the Kiwanis Club, and he was late for a statewide meeting of the Kiwanis presidents in a nearby city. He too acted as if he did not see them, and kept his eyes straight on the road ahead of him.
The next car that came by was driven by an outspoken local atheist, who had never been to church in his life. When he saw the family's distress, he took them into his own car. After inquiring as to their need, he took them to a local motel, where he paid for a week's lodging while the father found work. He also paid for the father to rent a car so that he could look for work and gave the mother cash for food and new cloths.
From reading the Bible for All its Worth by Gordon D. Fee & Douglas Stuart, page 147.