In the midst of endless wars, of violent shootings, of virulent political arguments, of all the stuff that motivates people to write protests songs or simple stories of comfort food quality, I find encouragement in the words of a man, Jesus.
“Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
“Blessed are the gentle, for they shall inherit the earth.
“Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied.
“Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy.
“Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God.
“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.
In the midst of a mind-bending maelstrom, a milieux of the rapacious, the rapturous, the royal, the wretched, I turn to these words and find direction for my own soul.
I determine like Gandhi to be the change I would like to see. What’s more Jesus has taught me what the change needs to look like. The change needed was stated clearly 2,000 years ago, but we haven’t figured it out yet.