Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

Blessed are the persecuted. They marched to spread His word and shook the dust but called no fire from heaven on towns that wouldn’t listen.

Blessed are the peacemakers. His friend asked, “but how often should I forgive?” Not seven times nor seventy seven nor more. Couldn’t count that high.

Blessed are the pure, who pray without praising themselves, care without needing to be seen, love their neighbors and pray to their Father, said He.

Blessed are the merciful. Blessed the rule-breaker who saved a stranger’s life. Blessed the risk-taker who didn’t ask for pay. Blessed the neighbor, Jesus said.

Blessed are the hungry. Blessed are those who know they need to be fed. “Dinner?” asked the children. He divided loaves and fishes, gave Himself.

Blessed are the meek. He spoke with beggars, children, thieves, even centurions who didn’t dare invite him to their homes. He welcomed “such as these.”