“There was a prestigious university professor who dressed in a fine suit and trendy sweater every day. But on the street outside the college where the prestigious professor taught preached a layman named Lazarus whose religious views were unsightly, and who longed to be considered even half as valuable as the professor so as to be heard. In addition, snarky college students would come and mock his orthodox religious ideas.
“Now the lay-preacher died and was carried by the angels to Abraham’s side. The prestigious scholar also died and was buried. And in hell, as he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far off with Lazarus at his side. So he called out, ‘Father Abraham, have mercy on me, and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in anguish in this fire.’
But Abraham said, ‘Child, remember that in your lifetime you received praise and Lazarus likewise ridicule, but now he is comforted here and you are in anguish. Besides all this, a great chasm has been fixed between us, so that those who want to cross over from here to you cannot do so, and no one can cross from there to us.’
So the professor said, ‘Then I beg you, father – send Lazarus to my university (for I have five colleagues) to warn them so that they don’t come into this place of torment.’ But Abraham said, ‘They have the Old Testament; they must adhere to it.’
Then the professor said, ‘No, father Abraham, the Old Testament is just a crude religious document compiled by a barbaric people with outdated views of God and humanity. Frankly, I'm shocked that you actually exist. But if someone from the dead goes to them, they will empirically verify it and repent.’ He replied to him, ‘If they do not adhere to the Old Testament, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”