BLESSED ARE THE COMFORTABLE

Hang around us Christians long enough and one of us will surely tell you we're 'blessed'. Now, sometimes it's tough to figure out what this means as it's not always code for 'life is good'. However, most of the time, it is just that.

The trouble is, I don't think it's how Jesus used the word. In fact, I know it isn't - unless all those happy believers were actually trying to tell me that they were actually 'poor in spirit', 'meek' or being persecuted for their faith... and usually people would just come out and say it if that were the case.

Somehow I think 'blessed' has been a bit diverted from the definitions of the Beatitudes in Matthew 5. And as always when I feel strongly about something but not quite brave or eloquent enough to be directly controversial... I've turned this diversion into a poem. If you don't like it, you can throw stuff at me or call me names; funnily enough, that might turn out be a real blessing though...


BLESSED ARE THE COMFORTABLE

Blessed are the comfortable
For couches shall be theirs
Blessed are the affluent
With all their stocks and shares

Blessed are the drivers
Who polish shiny wheels
And dine in costly restaurants
On wine and fancy meals

Blessed are the opulent
For God must love them more
To bless them so abundantly
And not to leave them poor

Oh and blessed are the faithful
For stuff is their reward
They'll tell you how much blessing
means more stuff they can afford

For stuff is surely blessed
If it tumbles from above
And surely heaven dishes out
The best to those it loves

Yes, blessed are the comfy
The well-off lucky few
The one percent, the wealthy ones
Thank God,
I don't mean
You