Not as the gentiles: with you the last is first;
with you no Jew nor Greek, no slave nor free,
and even heaven's angels are accurst
if they would preach salvation differently.
For faith, by hearing, enters like a child,
here where the poor and hungry are the blessed,
delighting in the joys of the reviled;
here honor's in the marks of the oppressed.
So not of soaring visions, but the boards,
splintered and broken from the ruined ship
to which you clung—boast; and of the cords
that bound and lashed, the crowning thorns that rip
your flesh, the sword that wounds your side;
boast in Christ's shame, and in his glory hide.