Luke 16:19-31 · The Rich Man And Lazarus
The Confessions of a Younger Brother
Luke 16:19-31
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"There was a rich man, who was clothed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, full of sores, who desired to be fed with what fell from the rich man’s table; moreover the dogs came and licked his sores. The poor man died and was carried by the angels to Abraham's bosom. The rich man also died and was buried; and in Hades, being in torment, he lifted up his eyes, and saw Abraham far off and Lazarus in his bosom. And he called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy upon me, and send Lazarus to dip the end of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in anguish in this flame.’ But Abraham said; 'Son, remember that you in your lifetime received your good things, and Lazarus in like manner evil things; but now he is comforted here, and you are in anguish. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been fixed; in order that those who would pass from here to you may not be able, and none may cross from there to us.' And he said, 'Then I beg you, father, to send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers, so that he may warn them, lest they also come into this place of torment.' But Abraham said; 'They have Moses and the prophets; let them hear them.' And he said, 'No, father Abraham; but if some one goes to them from the dead, they will repent.' He said to him, 'If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, neither will they be convinced if some one should rise from the dead.' "

Have you ever looked for yourself in this parable? I looked for myself and found that I have a close kinship with the five younger brothers. Like these brothers, I am alive and have "miles to go before I sleep." In the parable, Lazarus and the rich man have lived out their earthly lives and gone to the life beyond death, but the five younger brothers are on this side of death. Consequently I am where they are. We are in the same place. The characters of the rich man and Lazarus are important to me, and I can learn from them, but the point of the parable is most powerfully made in my life when I see myself in relationship to the five brothers. We share a common ground.

What I Want

In the parable the rich man dies, goes to Hades and is suffering there, whereas Lazarus dies and goes to live in the bosom of Abraham, which is a place of peace. The rich man is able to see Lazarus enjoying his life, but that’s all. There is a great divide between these two people which makes it impossible for Lazarus to take even one drop of water to the dry, parched lips of the rich man. The pain of the rich man is so excruciating that he begs for an opportunity to go and warn his five brothers. That’s me! He wants to warn me by making a special appearance in my life.

The rich man is afraid to trust God’s natural process and to leave me on my own. He wants to make a special appearance to me because he is convinced that if someone comes to me from the dead, I will repent, change my ways and become God-like. In other words, if the message is "special" enough, it will get my attention, and I will take some steps to change my life.

Sometimes I live under this same illusion. I am convinced that I would change my life and become more Christ-like if I got some special revelation from God. A visit from a dead brother would elevate me above my doubts, enable me to have perfect faith in my God and create in me a Christ-like love. The rich man is right. That’s what I want - a revelation from God that stops me in my tracks and leaves no doubt whatsoever in my mind.

Why shouldn’t I want it? I live in a world where it takes big events to win the attention and loyalty of the people. That’s part of the reason I want some special revelation from God. I scan the newspapers each week for the television super-specials, and I try to watch them. I’ve grown tired of the weekly, routine television shows. Why shouldn’t I scan my religious world and look for the extravaganza, the special revelation from God? It’s the same principle.

Oh, by the way, I confess that every once in a while the people who claim that the world is coming to an end get my attention. Recently, I read that a whole group of them had sold all their belongings, given their money away, and gone up on a mountain to wait for the world to come to an end. I didn’t tell anyone about it, but I was intrigued by that event. I even remembered the name of the group, the mountain and the date they expected the great happening. I thought about it when I was shaving that morning. That’s the kind of super extravanganza, headline-grabbing revelation that I want to experience. I want a special word from God.

Anyhow, the rich man knows me like a book because I am just like him. I’ll bet he waited all his life for some miraculous signal from God. That’s why he wants to bring that kind of experience to me now. He thinks it will work for me because he had wanted it for himself. Well, it never came to him, and, thus far, it has not come to me. But I want a message from the dead or something just as special. I’m a product of my age, and I’ve been trained to think more in terms of Stanley Cups, World Series, and Superbowis than in the day-to-day scheduled games.

What I Have

As one of the living brothers, the next part of this parable makes me a little nervous. The rich man is in Hades, a place of torment, because of his insensitivity toward Lazarus when this beggar was in dire need. The rich man understands why he is in torment, and he asks for permission to come and warn me so I can be more loving to the hungry, naked, homeless, thirsty, lonely, empty and fearful people of my world. Abraham refuses to allow him to come and whisper a word of warning in my ear. Abraham says that if I do not pay any attention to the "signs" I already have - people with needs - I will not pay attention to the voice of my dead brother. At first, I was a little irritated with Abraham, but now I think he is right.

Like the rich man in the parable, I am surrounded by people with needs. Some of these people are poor in the sense of economy and suffer the indignity of homelessness, nakedness and hunger. They are in my life just as Lazarus was in the life of the rich man. They cross my path at times when I least expect them to intersect my life.

I was riding uptown on a subway in New York City when a blind beggar clumsily made his way through the door at the other end of the car and began to stagger up the center aisle. With tin cup in hand, he wove his way around the people who were standing. He did not speak, but he held out his cup and jiggled it once in a while. Everyone on the train got the message. Some of the people who were standing turned their backs toward him. Others, who were seated and reading, buried their heads more deeply into their books and magazines. Some looked up at him and studied his moves. He went all the way through that crowded subway car, and only one person put a coin in the cup. That person was not me.

I did not see this blind man as one of God’s precious creations who needed my love and the gifts of my love. I saw him as a crusty beggar who spent his nights in the doorways and his days on the subways. He was one of the many people who go into making up the oblong blur called humanity. Sometimes people with needs stand at the door of my life in the form of a beggar.

Persons with needs do not always come to me in the form of a beggar, however. Sometimes they are well educated, well paid, well dressed, well fed and well housed. By economic standards they are the "haves" of our world, but by emotional standards they are the "have-nots." These people do not beg for a crust of bread or a coin but for a listening ear, a purpose for living, a good stroke, a kind word, an act of encouragement or a target for their anger and hostility. These people with needs also stand at the door of my life.

In Judith Guest’s novel, Ordinary People, the Jarret’s are an economically sound family. This husband and wife and their teenaged son live in a large house in the right section of town. Conrad, the son, attends the right school, wears the right kind of clothes and associates with the right people. The family is financially stable, but there are many unmet emotional needs. In some way each member of this family is suffering from the recent, tragic death of Buck, who was Conrad’s older brother. Consequently, the members of this family are in desperate need of loving, caring, listening and understanding people. As the drama of the novel unfolds, some of the members of this family begin to reach out for help.

You don’t have to be economically poor and living on the "wrong side of the tracks" to have critical needs. Some of the most needy people in our society wear furs, drive big cars, vacation in the Carribean, send their children to private schools and maintain at least two homes.

True, the picture given to us in the biblical parable is one of a person who is poor and in need of food for his table, but he is only one illustration of a person with needs who sits at the gates of my life. These are the most obvious, and they need our love and attention. But there are others who are not so obvious. In pride and fear they often camouflage their needs, but they are real. I am surrounded by them, also.

This parable is haunting. I have the same opportunities to see and serve the needs of others that my rich brother had. He was so worn by life that he looked at the extraordinary Lazarus and called him ordinary. That’s where I am sometimes, and it frightens me. Abraham is right. I probably wouldn’t be any more changed by the extraordinary voice of the dead than I am by the extraordinary voices of the living. I have them; they are all around me.

The Secret

What I have and what I want are not divorced from God’s efforts to enter my life. This is the key, the sign, God is in the person with needs who asks me for a crust of bread or for the listening ear. Whenever anyone who is in need comes to ask me to share the gifts and graces of my life with him/her, God is in that request.

God came to the rich man again and again and again in the life of the beggar Lazarus. In Lazarus, God stayed at the doorway of the rich man’s house. God was in Lazarus begging the rich man to embrace God through his ministry to this poor beggar. That’s the secret, the sign, the good news. In every way God reaches out to you and me through the lives of those in need and invites us to embrace God through the ministry that we render to those who suffer.

Of course, God was in that beggar on the subway who reached out to me with his tin cup. Of course, God was in the members of the Jarrett family who reached out to others for help to meet their emotional needs. God is present in every request for our love and compassion. That’s why Abraham would not allow the rich man to go and warn his younger brothers (me). I am surrounded by those who need my love and compassion. I am surrounded by God, and if I fail to see God in the eyes of those who need me, I will fail to see God in any other revelation. Herein lies the rationale of Abraham.

A man went to visit in a home where there were several children, and, trying to relate to the kids, he asked one of the girls about her doll collection. "Which is your favorite doll?" he asked. "Promise not to laugh if I tell you?" she questioned. He promised not to laugh, and the little girl got up, went into another room, and brought back a worn-out, tattered doll that looked like a refugee from the trash pile. There was a crack in the arm, a missing nose, marks all over the body and a bald head. The man did not laugh, but unable to hide his surprise, he asked, "Why do you love this one the most?" She replied, "Because she needs it most. If I didn’t love her, nobody would."

In the attitude of this young girl we see a part of the secret in this parable. God is in the lives of those who cry out to us for our love and compassion. These signs, signals and revelations are all around us; we can’t miss them unless we choose to miss them.

William Croswell Doone says it so perfectly in this poem, The Preacher’s Mistake:

The Parish Priest of austerity,
Climbed up in a high church steeple
To be nearer God, So that he might hand
His word down to His people.

When the sun was high, When the sun was low,
The good man sat unheeding Sublunary things,
From transcendency
Was he forever reading.

And now and again When he heard the creak
Of the weathervane a-turning,
He closed his eyes And said, "Of a truth
From God I now am learning."

And in sermon script He daily wrote
What he thought was sent from heaven,
And he dropped this down On his people's heads
Two times, one day in seven.

In his age God said, "Come down and die!"
And he cried out from the steeple,
"Where art thou, Lord?" And the Lord replied,
"Down here among my people." 

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