There was a rich man. There was a poor man.
The poor man, crippled and sick, was laid outside the rich man’s house every day to beg.
One day the poor man died and was bound for heaven. Why? The story doesn’t say. Perhaps his only hope left was in God.
The rich man died and was bound for hell. Why – because his life was his possessions and he had no compassion for his poor neighbor.
The rich man had every chance to do good. After all, the poor man was laid at his gate EVERY day. He had to notice him. Did he even look at him? Maybe he saw him the first few times, but after that, not so much.
Could I be the rich man?
Who has God laid before my gate? Is there someone I don’t see anyone. Should I see someone? Lord? Help me to see.
He who despises his neighbor sins, but blessed is he who is kind to the needy – Proverbs 14:21