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The parable of
Dives, the rich man, and Lazarus the beggar, sitting at his
gate, with his sores licked by dogs, longing for a crust of
bread from the rich man's table - is a witty piece of counter
point. At death one is taken up to Abraham's bosom, the other
sent to the fires of Hades. Dives begs Father Abraham to tell
Lazarus to give him a drop of water. But there is a "great
gulf" which cannot be crossed. The dialoge is about suffering
and heedlessness. |
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There was a rich man
once, that was clothed in purple and lawn, and feasted sumptuously
every day. And then there was a beggar, called Lazarus, who
lay at his gate, covered with sores, wishing that he could be
fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table, but
none was ready to give them to him; the very dogs came and licked
his sores. Time went on; the beggar died, and was carried by
the angels to Abraham's bosom; the rich man died too, and found
his grave in hell. And there, in his suffering, he lifted up
his eyes and saw Abraham far off, and Lazarus in his bosom.
And he said, with a loud cry, Father Abraham, take pity on me;
send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in the water, and
cool my tongue. I am tormented in this flame. But Abraham said
My son, remember that thou didst receive thy good fortune in
thy lifetime, and Lazarus, no less, his ill fortune; now he
is in comfort, thou in torment. And besides all this, there
is a great gulf fixed between us and you, no crossing over to
us from yours. Whereupon he said Then father, I pray thee send
him to my own father's house; for I have five bretheren; let
him give these a warning so they may not come, in their turn,
into this place of suffering. Abraham said to him, They have
Moses and the prophets; let them listen to these. They will
not do that, father Abraham, said he; but if a messenger comes
to them from the dead, they will repent. But he answered him,
If they do not listen to Moses and the prophets they will be
unbelieving still, though one should rise from the dead. |
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