Blessed are the theologically homeless, for they do not find rest until God is all in all.
Blessed are those whose theology spills from a pierced heart, for they are the consolation of God to God.
Blessed are those who never confuse their own voice for God’s, for they can be trusted with their neighbors’ care.
Blessed are those who ache to hear God’s beauty and goodness brought to speech, for they shall be filled with the Spirit of truth.
Blessed are those who show mercy to their theological enemies, for their own mistakes are sure to be corrected suddenly.
Blessed are those whose theology is free of pretension, whose words are not controlled by the fear of death, for they can see God’s suffering for what it is.
Blessed are those who speak of God in ways that heal and do not harm, for they make God look good.
Blessed are those who suffer because of what they will not say of God, those who refuse to use God’s name in vain, for God will be more than all they need.
Theological Beatitudes
On the shortest day of the year in cold Melbourne midwinter, I find the first line particularly touching. The absolute promise of a warm home, especially for the homeless.