“I am a Samaritan.”
“You are a Samaritan, are you? I can not help you—I am a Jew.”
There is a good deal of that spirit today—just as strong as it was then. When we are trying to get a poor man on the right way—when we are tugging at him to get his face toward Zion—we ask some one to help us, but he says: “I am a Roman Catholic.”
“Well,” you say, “I am a Protestant.”
So they give no assistance to one another.
The same spirit of old is present today. The Protestants will have nothing to do with the Catholics; the Jews will have nothing to do with the Gentiles. And there was a time—but, thank God, we are getting over it—when a Methodist would not touch a Baptist nor a Presbyterian a Congregationalist; and if we beheld a Methodist taking a man out of the ditch, a Baptist was sure to ask:
“What are you going to do with him?”
“Take him to a Methodist church.”
“Well, I’ll have nothing to do with him.”