"There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen
and dined sumptuously each day.
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.
Dogs even used to come and lick his sores.
When the poor man died,
he was carried away by angels to the bosom of Abraham.
The rich man also died and was buried,
and from the netherworld, where he was in torment,
he raised his eyes and saw Abraham far off
and Lazarus at his side.
THEN WHAT DID JESUS SAY?
1). And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, I have avoided evil all my life. Surely, I beg, is that not enough to enter through the gates of Heaven?' 2). And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me.
Send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue,
for I am suffering torment in these flames.'
3). And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, I know not this man named Lazarus. Had he be known to me, I would surely have clothed him and fed him and given him drink. Please, have pity on me.' 4). And he cried out, 'Father Abraham, I have received what was good during my lifetime. Perhaps I could share some of it with you and Lazarus if you'd just let me in, buddy?'