Then, last night, again, I read these words from E. Stanley Jones' book, THE CHRIST OF THE MOUNT.
"In choosing the way of the cross, we find ourselves in an intimacy of companionship with Christ who toils up that same road, and there in that way we hear words that make the heart sing amid its sacrifice. Then can the soul say, 'Might one little drop of what I feel fall into hell, hell would be transformed into paradise.' The comfort is not a sickly sentimental thing-it is not the wiping of tearful eyes, but the re-inforcing of the heart. The Beatitudes put no premium on mere mourning... ... There is nothing so absolutely blessed as to be able to suffer well. The sorrow of the world brings death, but this sorrow brings life."
I observed the Beatitudes lived out in the life of my friend, Tanya. As we are focusing on the first 3 of the Beatitudes, this week, I can't get Tanya off my mind.
- Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
- Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
- Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
She had learned how to love Jesus, love herself, and love others: