T he rich get richer, the poor get the picture... so sang Midnight Oil on their 1982 album 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. It's this line that I think of when I read the parable of Lazarus and the rich man in this Sunday's Gospel. In it we hear in some detail about the rich man, whom tradition names Dives, and his lavish lifestyle. We also hear about the poor man Lazarus, who lay outside his gate and longed for, but didn't receive, the scraps that fell from the rich man's table. The author of Luke's gospel sets up the two men in stark contrast, in life and in death. We are told that Lazarus is carried to the bosom of Abraham, whilst the rich man is simply buried. As the story unfolds, the privilege that characterised their lives is upended, and the man who lived with abundance is tormented in the fires of hades. Despite having shown no regard for the poor man outside his gates in life, Dives now calls on Lazarus by name. At first, he begs that Lazarus ...
I am a husband and father of three children who has worked in Catholic schools in Australia for over 30 years and now works in Mission. In various leadership roles I have shared my own reflections on the readings from the Sunday Mass with colleagues. I don't present myself as an expert, or my reflections as an authorised interpretation of Scripture. Just my own thoughts on how they speak to me in my own lived experience. This blog is a new way of sharing them with anyone that may be interested.