Poor Man’s Message

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“There was someone who was rich, who dressed in purple and fine linen, and lived luxuriously every day.

And there was someone who was a beggar, named Lazarus, who laid at his gate, full of sores, and wanted to be fed by the crumbs that fell from the rich man’s table (also the dogs came and licked his sores).

It came about that the beggar died, and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom. The rich man also died, and was buried, and in Hades he lifted up his eyes being in torments, and sees Abraham far off, and Lazarus in his bosom. And he cried and said,

‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus, that he might dip the tip of his finger in water, and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.’

But Abraham said,

‘Son, remember that you in your lifetime received your good things, and alike Lazarus evil things? But now he is comforted, and you are tormented. And besides all this, between us and yourself there is a great gulf that is fixed, so that they that would pass from here to you cannot; neither can they pass to us that would come from there.’

Then he said,

‘Then I pray of you, father, that you would send him to my father’s house, for I have five brothers, so that he may testify to them, unless they also come into this place of torment.’

Abraham said to him,

‘They have Moses and the prophets, let them hear them.’

And he said,

‘No, father Abraham! But if one went to them from the dead, they will repent!’

And he said to him,

‘If they do not hear Moses and the prophets, they will not be persuaded, even if One rose from the dead.”

~ A true story, by a mistreated poor man, who rose from the dead ~