I find it incredibly ironic.
Two weeks ago, I did a presentation in Sunday School with another Christian, and we presented the passage of the Rich man and Lazarus. We had been studying for several weeks about how the poor go to heaven and the rich go to hell.
The story in this specific passage is about a sick man named Lazarus, who lies at the gate of a rich man's house. He is so poor and so sick, he cannot go and make a living for himself and buy food to eat. He has sores all over his body, so even if he could walk, he would likely not have been able to find a job with any employer. So, all he wants are the crumbs that fall from the rich man's table and he would have been happy. But, the rich man walks past Lazarus day after day, and he does nothing to help Lazarus, or even to inquire about Lazarus' condition. He just ignored Lazarus day after day. After they both died, Lazarus went to heaven and the rich man went to hell.
I find that it is incredibly ironic how two weeks ago I read about how God judges uncharitable behaviour, and this past weekend, I witnessed it. Instead, the surprising thing is that Clare and I, the semi-non Christians were Lazarus, and the Christians were the rich men.