My SummerBeAttitoods

Posted: January 15, 2012 in Humour, Popular Culture et al, Religion
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Mount of Beatitudes

The traditional location for the real Mount of Beatitudes is on the northwestern shore of the Sea of Galilee, between Capernaum and Gennesaret (Ginosar). The actual location of the Sermon on the Mount is not certain, of course, but the present site (also known as Mount Eremos) has been commemorated for more than 1600 years. The site is very near Tabgha. Other suggested locations have included the nearby Mount Arbel, or even the Horns of Hattin. Looks pretty summery there, too.

And a great crowd had gathered, and the blogger began to speak to them, saying:

Blessed are those who babysit other people’s dogs while they head off camping, for their endless patience shall be rewarded.

Blessed are the awful radio presenters who fill in while the real talent are away on holidays, for they shall be comforted when they score a proper gig in a country town.

Blessed are those that hunger and thirst for low calorie ice cream, for they will discover it isn’t worth it and hoe into the real stuff with sinful grins.

Blessed are the cops sweltering on the streets when their swimming pools wait at home.

Blessed are the weather forecasters when they are persecuted and reviled in my name.

Blessed are the repairers of electricity poles after thunderstorms, for theirs is the keeping of the light eternal: well, most days.

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they will remember, by at least tomorrow, that light beer and not vodka and tonic is the go when barbecuing on hot days.

Blessed are those who labour on antique cars, for their radiators boileth over but their hearts shall be full.

Blessed are the volunteer lifesavers, and here’s my five bucks.

And while we’re at it, big ups for the Merciful, because they’re still top of the pops in my book.

As it was in the beginning, is now and evermore,

Amen

PS Feel free to add your own.

Comments
  1. rbhexem says:

    Blessed are the wives, waiting in the dark to bean their husbands, as their husbands attempt to sneak in after a night on the town.

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