Friday, April 20, 2018

Blessed Are They...

by John Boodhansingh of Zero Mindfulness



Nearby are the childhood homes of a few folks who are now movie stars living glamorously perfect lives in Hollywood.

And once in a while, usually when these luminaries star in a new movie, the local media publishes articles and videos about them and their local origins.

It’s so exciting.

Because celebrities are nearer to godliness than others.

And through the media’s publication of articles and videos, wherein we are reminded that a given star grew up in the next town over and had gone to the same high school 20 years ago that our high school’s football team had played when we’d gone to high school 56 years prior, we have the opportunity to feel a bit of life’s vicarious, sacred magic.

For those who have actually gone, go, or will go to those same schools—wow—they are definitely in God’s favor.



When someone wins the big millions lottery drawing, how blessed they are. How blessed their family is.

Because we all know that money makes things perfect.

“Oh, how God has blessed me this day! I’m going to give some to each of my family members, some to my church, some to the homeless shelter. I can finally buy my dream home, buy dependable cars, and pay for my children’s education. Thank you, Jesus. You are my savior.”

It’s so delightful to know that the key to openheartedness and forward progress is the mega-millions jackpot.

It’s so delightful to know that Jesus is the trustee of lottery-based wealth distribution.

And the retailers who sell the Big Tickets? It’s pure wisdom placing signs in their shop windows saying: “Winning ticket sold here!”

I mean, if you held in your hands the path to holiness, would you not shout it on the rooftops? Did not Jesus, one of the trustees of lottery-based wealth distribution, speak of how absurd it would be to light a lamp only to hide it under a bed?




It’s Sunday. Football is on.

So many gods all in one place, all at one time.

It’s almost unbearable the brilliance of light emanating from the screen.

How doth the TV not bloweth up?

Three hours of bliss.

A record congregation singing praises of adoration.

So many gods all in one place, all at one time.

I wonder what came first—the fame and money or the holiness?

For God so loved the earth…



Paradisical bodies. How do they do it?

Blessed are they of minimal body-fat percentage, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

They are the pinnacle of humanity. The fame, the money, the designer clothes—they are the holy aspiration.

“I wonder what it’s like to be in heaven. This bag in these rags will never cut it. But maybe I can get there. Surely, the angels know the way; the angels are the way. I will learn their Secret.”



On TV, in movies, in magazines. They’re always smiling.

What happiness they exude.

What ecstatic lives they lead.

Grace.

Pure grace.



“Take care then how you hear, for to the one who has, more shall be given, and from the one who has not, even what he thinks that he has shall be taken away.”
--Luke 8:18

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