Blessed are the poor in spirit;
The worn, the torn,
The barely there:
Theirs is Heaven’s Commonwealth.
Blessed are those who mourn;
Who carry the heavy weight of loss at all times
Marked by the invisible residue of grief:
They will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek;
The everyday, ordinary
Those unable to ever grace the top table.
Those who have managed to shake off the strait-jacket of success
Whose motivations are not the FTSE 100, blue twitter ticks or Ecclesial ladders:
They shall be earth inheritors.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness;
The sound of whose grumbling, rumbling, justice bellies
And call all to the lavish inclusive banquet:
They will be full.
Blessed are the merciful;
The forgiving victims
Those who do not hold onto bitterness
But extend the hands of grace
And in the face of wrongdoing
They will receive mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart;
Uncorrupted by power
Untainted by people-pleasing
Liberated from affirmation jail:
They will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers
The usherers in of Shalom:
They will be called God’s children.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake;
Those who find themselves on the wrongside of rightness theology
Pushed to the edges by exclusive elitism:
Theirs is the kin-dom of heaven.
You are blessed when people revile you and persecute you and utter kinds of evil against you falsely on God’s account.
You are blessed when you step over the line and onto the margins
When you comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable
When you choose to speak truth to power whatever the cost.
Rejoice and be glad for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who went before you.