"I am in anguish" says the rich man, as he gazes upon Lazarus, and he begs Abraham: "Send Lazarus to dip the end of his finger in water and cool my tongue."
Lazarus' finger is capable of carrying only the smallest drop of water. Now, in Mercy, we have poured out for us an overwhelming flood of divine grace. Our poor parched souls have more than we can ever drink in the Lord's self-offering. Drink deeply of His grace in the Eucharistic Blood. Feast richly to satisfy the hunger for Life everlasting.
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