and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
“Yes it is, Lord,” she said. “Even the dogs eat the crumbs that fall from their master’s table.”
“Lord,” she replied, “even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs.”
At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores
“The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried.
When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, “Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.”
To this very hour we go hungry and thirsty, we are in rags, we are brutally treated, we are homeless.
I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked.