Beatitudes

Nadia Bolz Weber (revised Tom Hook)

Blessed are they who doubt. Those who aren’t entirely sure, who can still be surprised.

Blessed are those who have nothing to offer.

Blessed are the preschoolers who cut in line.

Blessed are the poor in spirit.  You are of the Universe and she blesses you.

Blessed are they for whom war makes no sense.

Blessed are the agnostics and the atheists.

Blessed are they who have buried their loved ones, for whom tears could fill an ocean. Blessed are they who have loved enough to know what loss feels like.

Blessed are those who stand and resist Fascism.

Blessed are they who can’t fall apart because they have to keep it together for everyone else.

Blessed are those who “still aren’t over it yet.”

Blessed are those who mourn. You are of the Universe and she blesses you.

Blessed are those who no one else notices. The kids who sit alone at middle-school lunch tables. The laundry guys at the hospital. The sex workers and the night-shift street sweepers.

Blessed are the unemployed, the unimpressive, the underrepresented.

Blessed are the teens who have to figure out ways to hide the new cuts on their arms.

Blessed are the meek. You are of the Universe and she blesses you.

Blessed are the wrongly accused, the ones who never catch a break, the ones for whom life is hard.

Blessed are those without documentation. Blessed are those with documentation.

Blessed are foster kids and special ed kids and every other kid who just wants to feel safe and loved.

Blessed are those who make terrible business decisions for the sake of people.

Blessed are the burned-out social workers, therapists, the overworked teachers and the pro bono case takers.

Blessed are the kids who step between the bullies and the weak. Blessed are they who hear that they are forgiven.

Blessed are the merciful, for they totally get it. 

Blessed Are You – HUU!