Lord, Thee I Love with All My
Heart
The parable of Jesus that we just heard
is the only parable that Jesus ever told where he named one of the
characters.
The name Lazarus means,
“My God helps.” There’s no way of knowing for sure, but
perhaps the reason Jesus chose to name this particular character was because of
his friendship with the brother of Mary and Martha.
His name was Lazarus too.
Consider how Jesus helped
him.
And what greater need for help could there have been than his?
He was dead.
Out of love for his friend, Jesus wept.
And, out of the same great love, Jesus raised his friend from the
dead.
The Lazarus in Jesus’ parable died
too. But he did not have to wait until
his death to become acquainted with his need for help. He was a beggar. His very livelihood daily required him to
come to full grips with how much help he needed from others. And even then, he was afflicted with public
scorn, with infection and hunger, and with utter loneliness. It seemed as though even God had rejected him! The
filthy dogs who ate the crumbs he desired from the rich man’s table were his
only companions as they licked his open sores for dessert. Disgusting, yeah. This man was the lowest of the low. There was nothing he had to call his own on
earth. He was not worth knowing. But here is the beauty of the fact that Jesus
gave him a name. God knew him. It is as Jesus
said to his disciples, admonishing them not to place their confidence in what
they can see, but in what remains hidden: “Do not rejoice in this,” he said, “that the spirits are subject to
you, but rather rejoice because your names
are written in heaven.”