I think this is the yuckiest of Jesus’ parables. It starts out plain gross – a rich man with no mercy whose table spills abundance, and poor, humble, starving, infested & festering Lazarus who dies outside the gates of the rich man’s house. Yuck! Just to be sure we are fully appalled, Luke reminds us that the dogs lick Lazarus’s sores.
I was once led a youth summer missions program that helped build and maintain an orphanage in tiny, forgotten little La

Gloria, Mexico, a town south of Tijuana. When I think of random dogs licking things, I think of La Gloria, where stray dogs roam freely and bountifully. Many of the strays lack legs or tails, and they eat whatever they find, wherever they find it; these are the dogs that licked Lazarus. Yuck!
Lazarus dies and the angels take him to be with Abraham. Yuck again! We don’t let oozing fester wretches into heaven, do we? Lazarus is taken “into the bosom” of Abraham- this exact phrase describes Jesus’ locale with the Father prior to being begotten in John 1:18. Lazarus gets way into Heaven.
So to be clear, Lazarus- dressed, bathed and primped all wrong for the occasion lands right in Abraham’s lap, who seems to have been expecting him; and the rich man of privilege, connection, class and pedigree tumbles into the chasm, permanently.
Are we nervous yet?
Are we more shocked that Lazarus gets into heaven, or that the rich man is rejected?
Lazarus doesn’t do anything to earn his way into heaven, and the rich man doesn’t do anything to earn his way to hell. Maybe there’s a lesson here about “do nothing” divine economics.
What are you doing- particularly with the festering losers on your threshold?
What are you doing – (or not) to leverage your way into heaven?
What are you doing? Make it yucky.
-PC