Blessed are the poor in spirit. The beaten down. The ones working three jobs and the fridge is still empty. The kids’ shoes are falling apart because they share them and there’s no way to get a new pair because the thrift store is ten blocks away and it is the middle of winter. The ones trying to fill the void of vacant spouses, angry kids, and disappointed family.
for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn. Those losing loved ones to cancer, addiction, disease and suffering. Those who’ve searched for jobs for years and the phone stays silent. Those who look in the mirror and see a ghost of who they used to be. Those facing a tragedy without the energy to take another breath. The ones whose friends have gone away and comfort seems like a dream.
for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek. Those that do their jobs and slave to put food on the table. The ones taking extra seconds to fold, shine, polish, prepare and present. The ones unheard and unseen. The ones that stand to the side while the blur of the city passes next to them. The ones we judge before we can stop ourselves.
for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. The ones serving when no one else will. The ones opening their doors, arms, and hands to others in need. The ones that do it for no other glory than the peace they feel inside.
for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful. The ones unwilling to judge or condemn. Those that see opportunity in despair, hope in heartbreak, love in silence and peace in acceptance.
for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart. The ones with the courage to say no, to stand up for the ones that cannot stand on their own. To have the strength to do what is right in a world that tells them otherwise.
for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers. The ones that hold hands on the front lines. The ones that refuse to step down or step aside in the face of violence. Those speaking in love, stepping into darkness and shining light. Those putting themselves in the crossfire with a blanket of hope and courage beyond measure.
for they will be called Children of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness. Every look, every whisper, every point and laugh. Every comment. Every downturned glare. The ones who will do what is right when everything is against them. The ones who are allies, supporters, friends and neighbors. The ones that do it all without recognition and suffer without end.
for theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven.