“There was a rich man who dressed in purple garments and fine linen
and dined sumptuously each day.
And lying at his door was a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores,
who would gladly have eaten his fill of the scraps
that fell from the rich man’s table.
Dogs even used to come and lick his sores.”
(Lk 16:19-31)
In the first century, dogs were pets for sure . . . but the dogs in the street were scavengers. As Jesus tells the story, the rich man dies and is buried. The poor man dies . . . and the dogs get him. What a story . . . for all of us!
