Act Four
Luke 16:19-31 Some memories never go away and maybe never should. For twelve years in Atlanta, I navigated fences and gates to get into the downtown church I served. Late each evening, those same fences and gates served as the backdrop for women and men as they would roll up their clothes for a pillow and lay down cardboard for a mattress, while I would walk to my car and return to my comfortable home and bed. The parable that Jesus tells today brings back memories, hard ones