Rich Man and Lazarus
September 25, 2016
When John Quincy Adams, the 6th President of the United States, was eighty years old he was met by a friend who shook his trembling hand and asked, “Good morning, how is John Quincy Adams today? The former president looked at him for a moment and spoke of his physical condition like this. He said: “John Quincy Adams is quite well sir, quite well. But the house in which lives at present is become dilapidated. It is tottering upon its foundations. Time and seasons have almost destroyed it. Its roof is pretty worn out. Its walls are much shattered and crumbles with every wind. The old tenement is become almost uninhabitable and I think that John Quincy Adams will have to move out soon. But he himself is well, sir, quite well.” Not long afterwards the former president had his second and final stroke. John Quincy Adams had moved on from his shaky tenement, as he called it, to a glorious mansion.
I believe there is no one more competent to talk about the afterlife than Jesus. Our Lord pulled a curtain aside so we can look and see the unseen world. My text is Luke 16:19-31; it is the story of the rich man and Lazarus.
There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day. 20 And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, 21 who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. 22 The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades, where he was being tormented, he looked up and saw Abraham far away with Lazarus by his side. 24 He called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue; for I am in agony in these flames.’ 25 But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that during your lifetime you received your good things, and Lazarus in like manner evil things; but now he is comforted here, and you are in agony. 26 Besides all this, between you and us a great chasm has been fixed, so that those who might want to pass from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us.’ 27 He said, ‘Then, father, I beg you to send him to my father’s house— 28 for I have five brothers—that he may warn them, so that they will not also come into this place of torment.’ 29 Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the prophets; they should listen to them.’ 30 He said, ‘No, father Abraham; but if someone goes to them from the dead, they will repent.’ 31 He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the prophets, neither will they be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”
This is the Word of God. Thanks be to God.
In this parable, Jesus spoke of a wealthy man who was dressed in purple and fine linen. Evidently he was quite successful and lived in a stately mansion. Whenever he and his guests would dine at his spacious dinner table, they used golden utensils. Back then, the rich had an unusual custom; they used pieces of bread, instead of napkins, to wipe fingers. When they were finished wiping, they would toss the scrap pieces of bread out the window.
We also learn from today’s scripture that a sick beggar named Lazarus spent most of his time at the rich man’s gate. Abandoned by his family, Lazarus lived outdoors where he had to compete with the dogs for the pieces of bread thrown out the window. Because Lazarus lived outdoors, it took a physical toll on his body. Though his skin was tough as shoe leather, the insect bites developed into open sores and infections. Adding insult to injury, wild dogs would lick his infected sores.
One day Lazarus died and was immediately moved to a cemetery where the poor and strangers were buried. A hole was dug and perhaps someone was kind enough to say a few words. Once covered over with dirt, Lazarus was forgotten. But within a fraction of a second of his death, through time and space, Lazarus was carried by the angels to his eternal reward where he finally experienced peace and contentment.
Then the Bible tells us that the rich man died. His servants took his body, washed and anointed it with special oil. They took expensive fine linen cloth and carefully wrapped frankincense in between the layers for purposes of preservation. But when the rich man died, he too was taken to a certain place, but it was not paradise. For the first time in his life, he was alone and in agony, very much aware of his surroundings.
You see the rich man had enjoyed a very good life, but his life revolved around himself, with no concern for God or his immediate neighbor. Lazarus on the other hand led a difficult life, but was now in a place of peace and wholeness. This parable seems to indicate is a different set of values where wrongs are made right and justice is done.
The message that Jesus conveys to all is that there is life beyond the grave, and to reach its potential we must include God in our lives and remember the poor and needy.
Death is no respecter of persons. It knocks on the doors of mansions as well as homeless shelters. There is an old Irish Proverb that says: “If the rich could hire the poor to die for them, then the poor could make a good living.” John 3:16, a Bible verse that many that are familiar with, says: “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son. That whosoever believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life.”
When I first read the story of the Richman and Lazarus, I was relatively young in the faith. I was glad I had earlier made a profession of faith, forever settling the question of where I was to spend eternity. And today, after all those years, I still have assurance in my heart that when my days are done, I will be with Christ in eternity. It is like taking out an insurance policy to be used later.
For those who have made that important profession of faith, we can focus our energies on living for Christ and doing what we can to help those less fortunate than ourselves, such as the refugee family we are preparing to host.
I suspect that the rich man’s downfall in this parable was that he was all about himself. There is no evidence that he had time for God, and he certainly ignored and showed no compassion or interest in Lazarus.
Fidel Castro, the former President of Cuba, was once asked if he ever spent time pondering what his death might be like. His response: “I have never thought much about that because I don’t attach much importance to what happens after I die.” Now that he is 90 years old and has been in ill health, I wonder if he has changed his mind.
As a pastor, it still surprises me, when I meet people who act unconcerned about what happens in the life beyond. It kind of scares me when people get so close to the end, and their attitude is ‘I’ll find out when I get there.’ Whether it be in a hospital room, nursing home or where ever the topic comes up, I will tastefully remind people that when life as we know it is over, we will wake up. It will either be in the “good place” or in the “other place” and they know exactly what I mean.
If I am wrong about Christ and eternal life, I have nothing to lose. But if a person doesn’t believe the words of Christ and they are wrong-then what? For me I don’t want to take that chance. Contrary to popular belief, our entrance into eternal life does not come at the hour of death, but in the moment we ask Christ into our hearts.
Death is not the end, like a period at the end of a sentence. It is a comma. If you are not sure about this or have doubts, I would urge you to make peace with your Maker.
Let me share this poem. It is called A Building in Heaven.
I purchased a town lot in heaven. On the city not built with hands.
I’m sending material daily. To build in that happy land.
I’d like a mansion on Main Street where streets are all paved with gold.
With a clear view of the pearly gates where Christ takes care of the soul.
I want to send good material that will stand the test of time.
So I’ll not be disappointed when I reach that home sublime.
Prayer is for the foundation, faith and love for the walls.
Good deed for the reinforcement that will stand when the Savior calls.
I would like for you my neighbor in that city so divine.
Maybe just across the street or your home close to mine.
Up there we will know no sorrow; tears will never dim the eyes.
There we will rest in peace forever in that happy home on high.
What I like about this poem is that we are to send materials: prayer is the foundation, faith and love for the walls, etc. In other words, we need to be busy on this side of eternity by doing good deeds, such as helping the poor, getting ready for the refugee family, doing what we can to be a blessing to others. We will end this sermon singing “Mansion Over the Hilltop”.