There is no one on whom I do not wish God’s blessing.

But sometimes my prayers are that some would be blessed with the presence of God in a way that would shake them to their core, and fear would dwell deep inside them as a fire inside their bones.

Or the blessing given to Nebuchadnezzar when he thought too highly of himself and was driven mad and ate the dewy grass with the cattle.

Or the blessing given to Zacchaeus when he met Christ and paid back all his debts and repented of cheating others for his own gain, repaying multiples of all he had taken unjustly, choosing right relationships over private gain.

Or the blessing of peaceful witnesses everywhere and everywhen who have laid aside their worldly goals for the sake of “the least of these” and have often paid the highest price that gentle love can pay.

And I wonder sometimes what sort of blessings others at their best wish upon me.