[Then Jesus told them this story] “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and who feasted sumptuously every day.And at his gate lay a poor man named Lazarus, covered with sores,who longed to satisfy his hunger with what fell from the rich man’s table; even the dogs would come and lick his sores. The poor man died and was carried away by the angels to be with Abraham. The rich man also died and was buried.”                  [Luke’s Gospel 16.19-22]

When I imagine this story, I see a man of wealth and power stepping, delicately, in order to avoid contact, over a broken man, lying at his front step. The wealthy man is fastidious in failing to acknowledge the destitute one at his gate.

It is one of Jesus’ blunt parables. It explains itself, so we twist ourselves into Gordian calisthenics to find our way out. In Luke’s Gospel, Jesus is confronting about wealth and responsibility. The middle-class church has always been uncomfortable, as was Jesus’ original audience. Which is, presumably, why he felt the need to engage them – and us – in this way.

Jesus is not content to leave us here. We will meet a rich ruler and a tree climbing tax collector in the days ahead. Our journey will be potholed with discomfort.

The Australian anthropologist Ghassan Hage recently spoke about “the Politics of Humiliation”, addressing how we deal with other people, and especially how those in power deal with those they deem as lesser beings.

As Hage spoke, I was immediately reminded of this passage, with Lazarus the beggar and the unnamed wealthy man. The humiliation of failing, of waiting, of begging, of poverty in plain sight. The equal shame of being blamed for his own plight – his (or his parents’) sin, his failure to invest properly, his laziness, are all features of the monologue which presumes to narrate his straitened circumstances.

The degradation of being stepped over. Every day.

Humiliation pockmarks our politics, and our communities. We purport to know why people are poor, especially people from our First Nations; if they had only tried harder to fit in, to work, or perhaps to disappear altogether. We have destructive myths and lies which populate our discourse, to justify our judgment of those who do not (or choose to not) live as we do.

We find ways both to tolerate and blame those who seek safety in our country. We allow refugees and then blame them for the job cycle, or house prices, or a general sense of things “not being the way they should”.

Internationally, wealthy nations step past those who wait at their door for justice and hope. This is no recent calumny, but one which has been excused and rationalised for generations. Ask of those left behind in Afghanistan, ask of those waiting in crisis in Gaza, even as we read this.

As we scrabble for scraps of justification for our behaviours, we read to the end of Jesus’ parable. The last sits beside Abraham in paradise; the first waits in torment, and seems barely altered.

He recognises Lazarus for the first time, and asks him to run errands on his behalf, as self-involved now as he had been in life.

Righteousness and Justice are not only in Jesus’ vocabulary; they are inherent to the story of God in the world.

Ghassan Gage speaks of dignity, the opposite of humiliation. We feed the hungry and clothe the naked not because we have food scraps and castoffs, but because they bear the image of God.

We offer safety and welcome to those who seek it, because in doing so we welcome Christ. We sit beside those who lie at our gate, and offer them our hand, because that is how Jesus Christ has first met us, in welcome, in healing and, in hope.