Luke
16:29 But Abraham said, “They have Moses and the Prophets. Hear them.”
I
am an impatient teacher. My wife often
complains that I have an unspoken quota on how many questions any person is
allowed to ask. Though I get mad at her
over this statement, I know that I can be less than patient when someone
returns to me, again and again, with the same question. “You already know this,” I will sometimes
say. You’ve heard me say this, tell you
this twice (okay, sometimes it’s only once).
You know this.
Maybe
it’s my own disposition, but I hear Abraham as a little impatient in this
verse. And why not, this rich man isn’t
getting it. He’s asked that Lazarus—as
if he’s a servant—to come and bring him some water. Realizing there was no way that was going to
happen, he starts pleading that poor old Lazarus—again, like he’s his own
personal servant—go warn his family about this fate that has befallen him. Please send Lazarus, he begs, to tell my
brothers what has happened to me, what might happen to them. Oh please, oh please Abraham, however will
they know such an awful fate is possible otherwise?
Abraham
sighs and says, “You know this.” They
know this. Moses and the Prophets
already told you and your brothers all about how things work. You’re to reach out to one another. You’re to care for one another and not let
divisions grow into giant chasms so wide and deep they are almost impossible to
cross. Your brothers should love God and
love your neighbor. You already know
this. And if they do not, they need to
open their ears and listen.
Irony
is defined as an inconsistency between actual and expected events. This story Jesus is telling is an
example. The rich man, due to his
status, is assumed blessed as evidenced by his wealth. But the way things turn out is that he is, in
fact, not blessed and not following in the way of Moses and the Prophets.
Another
example would be someone who gets so impatient with people who do not remember
something they’ve already been told testing the patience of another by doing
the exact same thing. That someone would
be me and the patience I know I must test is God’s. Day after day I am aware of the things that I
allow (dare I say cultivate), which keep others at a distance. And, in some moment of repentance, I find
myself lamenting that separation, that chasm that has formed. How, I ask, can I bridge that divide? How can I heal that wound?
And
God responds, “You know this.”
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