In Jesus’ story of the rich man and Lazarus, the latter was a beggar. His body was covered in ulcerated, open wounds. Each day he was loaded in a cart, carried to the property of the mansion, placed on the ground, and left there. And when the servants threw scraps on the street, Lazarus hoped to snatch what he could. The sores on his flesh were horrendous, but the sores on his spirit? Daily reminded of how little he mattered in society.
But then, in a moment, destinies were reversed. Both men died, and Lazarus was “carried by the angels to Abraham’s bosom” (Luke 16:22 NKJV). Lazarus was comforted and healed. All wounds will be healed in Paradise.