Blessed are the agnostics.
Blessed are they who doubt, those who aren't sure, those who can still be surprised.
Blessed are those who have nothing to offer.
Blessed are they for whom death is not an abstraction.
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 they who don't have the luxury of taking things for granted anymore.
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.
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 forgotten.
Blessed are the closeted.
Blessed are the unemployed, the unimpressive, the under-represented.
Blessed of the wrongly accused, the ones who never catch a break, the ones for whom life is hard for Jesus chose to surround himself with people like them.
Blessed are those without documentation.
Blessed are the ones without lobbyists.
Blessed are those who make terrible business decisions for the sake of people.
Blessed are the burned out social workers and the overworked teachers and the pro-bono case takers.
Blessed are the kindhearted NFL players and the fundraising trophy wives.
And blessed are the kids who step between the bullies and the weak.
Blessed is everyone who has ever forgiven me when I didn't deserve it.
Blessed are the merciful for they totally get it.
You are of heaven and Jesus blesses you.