Today I met Alma, a street woman. And we prayed for her son

"Blessed are 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 shall be satisfied"
and blessed are those who do not have enough money to buy vegetables to eat
blessed are those who are sexually abused by their doctors because they cannot afford a real one
and blessed are those children who do not realize the place they are in, and can still run and play with such joy
blessed are those who do not know how they are going to make the next payment because there is just not enough money
and blessed are those who pray, who pray and have faith to move mountains
blessed are those who have given their lives for others
blessed are those who are beaten and spit on by the system, by Christians, by businessmen, by the merciless ones who see nothing more than a person who needs to get a job.
blessed, blessed, blessed, are those who, through this mess of life cling to the hope that is in our father. Our hope of redeeming grace, our hope to rise to a better life.