Seeing Lazarus

There was a rich man.  There was a poor man.

Your Response?

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
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Street Smarts

Wisdom calls aloud in the street, she raises her voice in the public squares; at the head of the noisy streets she cries out, in the gateways of the city she makes her speech – Proverbs 1:20 

Man Down

Man Down on the Street











Jack was a regular derelict along Broad Street in Newark. Everyone who worked in the area knew him and his antics – especially after he drank too much.  This morning he was down on the sidewalk,  face down in the grime.  Workers hustling to work stepped around him giving him a quick glance, a knowing shake of the head as if to say, “drunk again”.

We watched from our office window and discussed what we saw.  Could he be actually injured?  Or hurt?  No, he was probably just passed out.  We were uncomfortable at the sight of him but did nothing.

Suddenly a passer-by stops in front of Jack, then gets down and tries to wake him.  “Are you okay, are you okay?” he says.  Jack gradually begins to come too.  The stranger asks if he needs an ambulance.  Jack groggily shakes his head.  He was, after all, just passed out.  Once the stranger determines that Jack was okay he was back on his way.

This was something I had not seen before. A stranger taking time to make sure a derelict was okay?

I felt ashamed.  Why didn’t I take action or try to help? Why didn’t I do anything? I felt so envious of the compassion and courage that was shown by that stranger on the street.

You can find knowledge in a book but the voice of wisdom calls to you out on the streets. The voice of wisdom is calling.  Listen, observe, what’s going on around you?

Wisdom spoke to my heart that day, loud and clear.  “Don, you need to get involved, make a difference, reach out!”

Today’s Action – Wherever your path takes you today.  Listen, observe, and pay attention.  Open your eyes and your heart. Wisdom is calling out.