Looking out across the hill side towards the city, the width of the valley dropping beneath him, he felt a sadness growing within him. All the hurt and hate through the years done to those who had come there, only for delivering a message to Godís people. Those people; cold, cruel, vengeful, and filled with hatred? Not at all, just misguided in how those messages where given, how they were understood.
True, some were dark inside, caring only for their own worth, leading others on a wrong path, just so they could look more important. Gain more wealth, a better name for themselves among the rulers. But the people . . . The people were lost in this, they knew only what they were taught, and that was just enough to keep the rulers happy. Judging others for wrongs, while turning a blind eye to their own evil.
Slowly, he looked around him at those gathered, those few he had chosen to work with. Teaching them a better way, a simpler way, a true way to do that which they already tried so hard to do, and always seemed to fail at. Because the teachers were leading them wrong, for their own purpose and self-glory.
How often had he sent his other servants, to let his people know of that which was wrong, leaders and judges to keep them in the right path? Yet, too often those leaders took them in a wrong direction, over time, or the people misunderstood the message given.
He knew all along it would come down to this, coming to teach them himself, in simple terms that even the child would know. Showing them first hand what the Fatherís love was truly about, and how they could gain that love. It was a simple thing, loving God, and yet the past teachers seemed to make such a burden of it.
He raised his eyes to see the gathering of many people, coming to a silent call, seeking a greater life, in peace. Freedom from the burdens of the rulers that sought only to drag them down, keeping them lowly, so they alone might gain. But not just the poor were gathering that day, merchants and priests, seeking a greater blessing in their lives, and knowing they could find it in no other place.
His heart was glad to see the children gather, coming from the great city of kings, and walking all the way to the hillside where he sat. Many coming to see miracles, or hear a powerful message of freedom. He smiled to himself, thinking of the words he would give them, both of blessings, and woes. But would they understand even his words?
As he looked around at the multitude that had come to follow him, gathering around on the hillside. This great following, that came for many reasons, the miracles they had heard of, or the calling on their hearts from God. People from all walks of life, joined together in hopes to see this great Man of God. Some sitting, some standing, some walking about seeking a better view of the man called Jesus.
He sat down on shelf of stone there on the hill top, and looked about at the people, men and women, children of all ages, gathering to learn of the will of the Father, in these troubled times, and that from the One they had heard was the coming Messiah. His disciples started to gather closer, maybe a little protective of their teacher, maybe just enjoying the warmth of the day as their teacher took a rest there on the hillside.
When He looked around at all those gathered, and then turned to His disciples, possibly pointing to the crowd around them, pointing out the various groups of individuals. And then He started to speak...
"Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
"Blessed are they that mourn: for they shall be comforted."
"Blessed are the meek: for they shall inherit the earth."
"Blessed are they which do hunger and thirst after righteousness: for they shall be filled."
"Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy."
"Blessed are the pure in heart: for they shall see God."
"Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called the children of God."
"Blessed are they which are persecuted for righteousness' sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven."
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