He longed to be filled with what fell from the rich man’s table, but instead the dogs would come and lick his sores.
“Yes, Lord,” she said, “yet even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table! ”
But she replied to Him, “Lord, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”
But a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores, was left at his gate.
One day the poor man died and was carried away by the angels to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried.
When they were full, He told His disciples, “Collect the leftovers so that nothing is wasted.”
Up to the present hour we are both hungry and thirsty; we are poorly clothed, roughly treated, homeless;
labor and hardship, many sleepless nights, hunger and thirst, often without food, cold, and lacking clothing.