Dives and Lazarus

One of those Dives and Lazarus moments.

Just heard that a dear friend who came to Tom's party, and was lovely, cheerful, caring, had had a piece of shocking, cruel, confusing news the night before. Loss compounded for someone who has had far too much of it in recent years.

Catching up with blogs, as well as all the joy and fun and brightness in them, I feel sometimes I am standing by, holidaying in too much unhappiness, I am worried and powerless and doubtful.

Dives is suffering a bit of indigestion.

I need to be working on the coming year's teaching anyway. Just pictures for a while, I think.

Water and rock, Dives and Lazarus.

' I heard the voice of Jesus say

" Behold I freely give

the living water, thirsty one;

stoop down and drink, and live."

I came to Jesus and I drank

of that life giving stream;

my thirst was quenched, my soul revived,

and now I live in him.'

Regrettably, I can't make it real, quite. But there's times I wish I could. As much for others as for myself.

' Dives and Lazarus ' is one of the most beautiful melodies. In riches of spirit, I am Dives, complacently gorging myself, ignorant and uncomprehending of the sufferings of Lazarus. How does one redistibute such wealth?

Thinking of you, rr. And others. ' I had not thought death had undone so many.'