We live in what was one of the most violent battlefields of the Civil War. The Battle of Franklin, November 30, 1864, was one of great loss of casualties and violence. No one wants war, but over the history of time we see again and again how humanity gets to a place where there is a fork in the road and life must part onto one path or the other. Often these battles are over great truths that must be defended, people that must be protected or lands that must be maintained.
On our recent trip to Ireland and England, we encountered memorials to areas civil unrest throughout history. We stumbled upon many monuments of remembrance all over Galway and London.
In today’s gospel, Luke 16:19-31, we read the story of the Rich man and Lazarus, who sits at the door of the rich man, covered in sores and waiting for even scraps of food. When they both die, Lazarus is taken up to the bosom of Abraham. The rich man, from the netherworld, cries out for help or even a drop of water to quench the flames of torment he will now suffer for eternity.
One of Abraham’s responses for why that could never happen resides with the “great chasm” that was established to prevent anyone from crossing back and forth between torment and heaven.
On earth we don’t have this chasm. We live in the civil war of heaven and hell. It is a spiritual battle waged for our souls. We are in a civil war with ourselves because in the end, the choice is ours. What will we choose? The comforts of life like the rich man, or to share the good we have been given with those who have not? It’s a simple formula. Love God, love others. (Matthew 22:36-40)
I am reminded to dress in my armor every day because the battle is waged. (Ephesians 6:10-12).
Resolution; today I will keep my eyes open for the “Lazarus” God places at my door and be quick to share my comforts with him, giving thanks to God for all that I have; which belongs to Him anyway.