04-26-2010, 09:55 PM
After a young African was martyred for his faith, this writing was found in his room.
I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I will not turn back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.
My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colourless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.
My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is Heaven. My road is narrow. My way is rough. My companions are few. My Guide is reliable. My mission is clear. I will not give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up for the cause of Christ.
I must go until He comes, give until I drop, preach until everyone knows, work until He stops me, and when He comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me because my banner will be clear.
I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I will not turn back, let up, slow down, back away or be still.
My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I am finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colourless dreams, tamed visions, worldly talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.
My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is Heaven. My road is narrow. My way is rough. My companions are few. My Guide is reliable. My mission is clear. I will not give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up for the cause of Christ.
I must go until He comes, give until I drop, preach until everyone knows, work until He stops me, and when He comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me because my banner will be clear.
