Matthew Chapter 5
"Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them. He said:
Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful,for they will be shown mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
Lisa......where are the bananas??????? It's not you without the dancing bananas!!!!
The Beatitudes speak my language! Love them, love them, love them. Matthew is my favorite Gospel.
I confess, I don't do well on long posts. I know I should be more patient, but oh well. That could be an ADD thing, even though I've never been diagnosed with it! But, I will tell you a true story, and this will show beyond a shadow of a doubt how 'clayish' my feet are:
My folks got me to going to this small church when I moved back home (for the umptheenth time) back in 1985. I got saved in this church one month later......like Carman's song, I got 'Radically Saved.' I loved my church and it was growing in leaps and bounds over the years as it, in my opinion, is like a beacon to the unsaved.....and it still is. It is THE largest church in Meridian. When my health started falling by the wayside, getting worse, I was never called, I was never visited. I still got a yearly birthday card. My folks continued to go until they couldn't. To make a long story longer, as my Daddy used to say , I got my feelings hurt as I always tithed and I loved that church. So I became frumpy about it. It was like a small pebble in my shoe. The longer I walked on it, the more frumpy I got. The church is so big that I fell through the cracks. This went on for years. Recently, my husband said that I needed to get this squared away and forgive the church, and I did. The animosity is gone. No church is 100%. None. So, allow God to direct your path and remember a church's feet are made of clay as well. As one Evangelist put it, 'I'd rather go to church with hypocrites than to hell with them.'