He wanted to eat only the small pieces of food that fell from the rich man’s table. And the dogs would come and lick his sores.
The woman said, “Yes, Lord, but even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their masters’ table.”
But she answered, “Yes, Lord, but even the dogs under the table can eat the children’s crumbs.”
And a very poor man named Lazarus, whose body was covered with sores, was laid at the rich man’s gate.
Later, Lazarus died, and the angels carried him to the arms of Abraham. The rich man died, too, and was buried.
When they had all had enough to eat, Jesus said to his followers, “Gather the leftover pieces of fish and bread so that nothing is wasted.”
Even to this very hour we do not have enough to eat or drink or to wear. We are often beaten, and we have no homes in which to live.
I have done hard and tiring work, and many times I did not sleep. I have been hungry and thirsty, and many times I have been without food. I have been cold and without clothes.