As I sat in Liverpool First United Methodist Church with my parents and grandpa today our pastor discussed the parable of the Rich Man and the Poor Man from Luke 16:19–31.
There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in torment, the rich man looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’
But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’
My grandma would be 71 today. It has been about a year since we lost her to throat and lung cancer. I love her so much and miss her every day.
I reflect on my grandparents and my upbringing today. We are not rich people, yet we are not poor people for we revel in the riches that life brings us.
When we leave, we leave with nothing but love and our soul and the relationships we have built along the way. To live a life aimed at earthly wealth is the folly of the Rich man and a sentence of a weary soul.
I just want everyone reading this to love, give love, be loved, and celebrate the joy that is life, given to us upon birth.