“There was a rich man who was
dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day.
And at his gate lat a poor
man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who longed to satisfy his hunger with
what fell from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his
sores.
The poor man died and was
carried away by the angels to be with Abraham.
The rich man also died and
was buried.
In Hades, where he was being
tormented, he looked up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side.
He called out, ‘Father
Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in
water and cool my tongue; for I am agony in these flames.’
But Abraham said, ‘Child,
remember that
during your lifetime you received your good things,
and Lazarus in
like manner evil things;
but now he
comforted here, and you are in agony. Luke 16:19-25.
Amen.
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