I love reading the gospel of Matthew. It makes me want to stand up and cheer. I LOVE that in the midst of the greatest empire on earth, a poor itinerant preacher turned the world upside down.
Try reading about the life of Julius Ceasar sometime. Born of a great, well known Roman family, he was presumably destined for greatness. He spent his life pushing for greatness, vying for power. He got what he wanted. And he was killed for it.
Jesus, the very Son of God, born of a forgotten kingly line. Born in the backwater of the empire. Raised by a carpenter. Poor. Baptized by a locust eating preacher in the wilderness. Had a conversation with the devil. Ministered only to an obscure, displaced people. Some of those people wanted Him to be their King and lead a revolution, but he was cut down just when he was becoming popular. And yet…
His Kingdom overwhelmed the Roman Empire and the entire earth and his dominion has no end!
“Blessed are re the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted
Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall obtain mercy
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God.”