Blessed are those who are too tired, busy or disorganised to meet with fellow Christians on Sundays each week. They are my best workers.
Blessed are those who enjoy noticing the mannerisms of clergy and choir. Their hearts are not in it.
Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked and expect to be thanked. I can use them.
Blessed are the touchy. With a bit of luck they may even stop going to church. They are my missionaries.
Blessed are those who claim to love God at the same time as hating other people. They are mine forever.
Blessed are the troublemakers. They shall be called my children.Blessed are those who have no time to pray. They are easy prey for me.
Blessed are you when you read this and think it is about other people and not yourself. I’ve got you!
h/t Jeffrey Steel
