Feb. 25, 2016 Thursday: 2nd Week of Lent
Feb. 25, 2016 Thursday: 2nd Week of Lent
And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Luke 16: 20-21
A fellow named Willie Smith called a dry cleaner looking for his suit. “We have a William Smith,” answered the store clerk. “No, Willie Smith,” he insisted. The clerk looked in their logbook and discovered that the suit had been picked up by the sister of a William Smith. The clerk phoned her, then got back to Willie. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said. “But William died and was buried in your suit.” “Well you’re not going to believe this,” he said. “I was at that funeral. And I remember thinking, ‘What a nice suit William is wearing.’”
We can’t help but notice what people wear. For better or worse, we observe their apparel. Clothes make the person. Lazarus was no different. It wasn’t so much his wardrobe, but it was his skin. It was covered with sores. Strangely enough, the rich man never noticed him. He lay right outside his door. He was blind to his needs. The rich man knew more about what he was having for dinner than the state of Lazarus. That was his sin.
PRAYER
Lord, help me to see others as you see them, especially those who are in need.
And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps that fell from the rich man’s table. Luke 16: 20-21
A fellow named Willie Smith called a dry cleaner looking for his suit. “We have a William Smith,” answered the store clerk. “No, Willie Smith,” he insisted. The clerk looked in their logbook and discovered that the suit had been picked up by the sister of a William Smith. The clerk phoned her, then got back to Willie. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said. “But William died and was buried in your suit.” “Well you’re not going to believe this,” he said. “I was at that funeral. And I remember thinking, ‘What a nice suit William is wearing.’”
We can’t help but notice what people wear. For better or worse, we observe their apparel. Clothes make the person. Lazarus was no different. It wasn’t so much his wardrobe, but it was his skin. It was covered with sores. Strangely enough, the rich man never noticed him. He lay right outside his door. He was blind to his needs. The rich man knew more about what he was having for dinner than the state of Lazarus. That was his sin.
PRAYER
Lord, help me to see others as you see them, especially those who are in need.
