I love that the last shall be first. . . . Such poetic, spiritual, characteristic form for The Lord!
I think of all the believers . . . living their quiet lives, secretly, steadily supporting the faithful, committing unseen acts of service and kindness that few see or know (though God sees all). . . .
So many of these saints have come and gone, barely noticed by the world, but heralded and cherished by angels and the holy hosts of Heaven. . . .
God bless and protect and sustain and comfort and continue to guide these special souls, "the meek", who submit to God's providence always with grace and thankfulness, who consider themselves but servants--even slaves to the Truth. I think of them often, toiling away, carrying on in their discreet lives, often the brunt of injustices, shunted aside by the lofty and loud and self promoting. This is the salt of the earth, the savor that gives context and color and taste to the rest. . . .
Blessed are the poor in spirit--those who need the Lord and know it and revel in it. . . .
Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth. . . .