I just spent a week traversing the holy land, or at least what parts of it I could get to. I ended up less than 10 miles from Syria and didn’t have the balls to get any closer. Up there by the Sea of Galilee, it still looks a lot like it did a couple of millennia ago, when the biggest hippie of all time laid out his epic wisdom on these very hills– while, you know, walking on water and multiplying fishes and all that stuff. The only real changes to the landscape are the roads and the epically outdated power lines. So while most pilgrims are usually reflecting on some holy text when visiting the Church of the Beatitudes, this was what came to my mind:
For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes. But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course that’s Moses, not Jesus. I haven’t heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere.
“Blessed are the merciful” in a courtroom? “Blessed are the peacemakers” in the Pentagon? Give me a break!
“Cold Turkey” – In These Times
Worth re-reading always, but especially now.