Author: Robert

There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine cloths. He lived in luxury every day. At his gate there was a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores and longing to eat what fell from the rich man's table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores.
One day, the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham's side. The rich man also died and was buried. In hell, where he was in fire, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. So he called to him, 'Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus bring me some water and cool my tongue, because I am in great pain in this fire. But Abraham replied, 'Son, remember in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in pain. Also, between us is a great separation, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone go from there to us.'
He answered, 'Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my father's house, for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of pain.' Abraham replied, 'They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.'
'No, father Abraham,' he said, 'but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.' He said to him, 'If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.'