Homily on the Fifth Sunday of Luke (The Parable of the Rich Man and Lazarus - Luke 16: 19-31), by
Metropolitan Avgoustinos Kantiotes of Florina (+2010)
"Life beyond the Tomb"
Many things, my beloved, make man afraid. But that which frightens him more than anything is death. Even the word “death” alone brings trembling. Death is a great mystery!
Many things, my beloved, make man afraid. But that which frightens him more than anything is death. Even the word “death” alone brings trembling. Death is a great mystery!
Everyone, more or less, has the question: what happens after
death? Is there anything beyond the tomb, or does life end there, and man is
extinguished?
The question is an important one. If we believed that life
ends in the tomb, then man would be free to do whatever he wishes: to sin, to
fornicate, to commit adultery, to break the greatest rules, as long as he
evades the eyes of the police and justice. If, however, there is life beyond
the tomb, then man must count how he lives in this life, according to the voice
of his conscience and the will of God.
To the question as to what is there after death, the answer
is given us by today’s Gospel, the beautiful Parable of the Rich Man and
Lazarus, which you just heard. What does it tell us?
There was a rich man, who had all of the good things from
God. But all of these (houses, fields, everything else), he used for himself
alone. He was a selfish self-seeker, and a worshipper of the flesh. He had the
best clothes, wore expensive outfits, which only kings would wear, and ate the
best food and drank the best wine, and spend his days in his great home. There were
people playing music every night there, and sinful women danced unethical
dances. Thus he spent his life, “rejoicing radiantly every day” (Luke 16:19).
He did not give meaning to anything else.
At his door lay Lazarus, a poor and sick man, alone and abandoned,
whom no one gave even the shelter of a roof, or medicine, or any other human
help. The rich man never opened his door to show him hospitality, and he tried
to survive on the crumbs that fell from the table of the rich man. He was full
of wounds, and the dogs licked his wounds. Thus he lived.

