If the Devil, whom we don’t hear much about today, were to write his Beatitudes, they would possibly go something like this:
“Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy, too distracted to spend an hour once a week with their fellow Christians in Church–they are my best workers.
Blessed are those Christians who wait to be asked and expect to be thanked–I can use them.
Blessed are the touchy, with a bit of luck they may stop going to Church–they are my missionaries.
Blessed are those who are very religious but get on everyone’s nerves–they are mine forever.
Blessed are the troublemakers–they shall be called my children.
Blessed are those who have no time to pray–they are easy prey for me.
Blessed are the complainers–I’m all ears for them.
Blessed are you when you read this and think it is about other people and not yourself–I’ve got you.”