Now there was a rich man, and he habitually dressed in purple and fine linen, joyously living in splendor every day. And a poor man named Lazarus was laid at his gate, covered with sores, and longing to be fed with the crumbs which were falling from the rich man’s table; besides, even the dogs were coming and licking his sores (Luke 16:19-21; cf. 19-31).
In much of the world the poor are beyond the gates, or live in walled camps. In the developed world, zoning ordinances keep the poor in their place. We’ve made it possible to live in comfort and easily ignore the suffering of the poor.
Continue reading The Rich Man and Lazarus – from Radical GENEROSITY
No, this blog is not about a soap opera. But, I am writing about the drama of life. We all measure and celebrate time. There are moments in time that are significant in our lives – the day of our birth, the day we graduated from high school, the day we were married, the days our children were born. These are significant days in our lives worthy of celebration. We also have many days that we remember with solemnity – the day my father died; or 9-11, the day that terrorist attacked the United States. My grandson was born on December 2, the same day of the terrorist attack in San Bernardino. A day of rejoicing for our family is a day of mourning for others. These are the days of our lives.
Continue reading The Days of our Lives