I traveled to Kenya during the past week. Not in body, but in spirit. Images described and photos posted by the Compassion Bloggers seared my heart. I sloshed through mud and garbage with them. I pinched my nose against the stench of hopelessness. I winced at eating food prepared in and by the unknown.
I heard the soul sobs. I wept.
Poverty. Abject poverty.
We have to grasp the tentacles of that kind of physical poverty before we can comprehend what Jesus meant about spiritual poverty.
“Poor” comes from a Greek word that means “to crouch.” Those who are poor recognize they are destitute, suffocating with no spirit breath. Helpless. Dying. Hearts as dirty and cluttered as a slum.
No longer hopeless. Now hope filled. The poor become rich.
Blessed. Happy. Dancing
John Bunyan wrote, “Christ makes princes of beggars.”
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