gospel of a full stomach
Blessed are the poor.
I need to do better at being poor.
I’m standing in line. I pull my phone out.
I’m in the restroom. I’m also checking social media.
I’m lying in bed. I click through the news.
I’m never poor. I always have abundance.
I’m never poor. I always have a ‘companion.’
I’m never poor. I always have… something.
And therefore, my blessing is withheld.
Not by God or anyone else in particularly.
But by me, because I’m already full.