Blessed are the troublemakers.
They shall be called my children.

Blessed are the complainers.
They are my missionaries.

Blessed are the gossipers.
They are my secret agents.

Blessed are those who are too tired, too busy, or too disinterested to spend one hour one day a week with fellow Christians.
They are my best workers.

Blessed are those who enjoy critiquing the sermon and the music.
Their hearts are not in worship.

Blessed are those who wait to be asked and expect to be thanked.
I can use them.

Blessed are those who proclaim how religious--and right--they are.
They alienate the unsaved.

Blessed are those who have no time to pray.
They are easy prey for me.

Blessed are those who claim to love God but hate other people.
They are mine forever.

Blessed are you when you read this and think it is about other people and not about you.
I've got you.
 

 --Adapted from an anonymous Internet message