Tuesday, 21 August 2007

• the fellowship of the unashamed

  I'm 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'm a disciple of Yeshua the Messiah.
  
  I won't look back,
               let up,
                 slow down,
                   back away,
                   or be still.
  My past is redeemed.
  My present makes sense.
  My future is secure.
  
  I'm done and finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.
  
  I no longer need preeminence,
                           prosperity,
                           position,
                           promotions,
                           plaudits,
                       or popularity.
  
  I don't have to be right, or first, or tops, or recognized, or praised, or rewarded.
  
  I live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by Holy Spirit power.
  
  My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is heaven. My road may be narrow, my way rough, my companions few, but my guide is reliable and my mission is clear.
  
  I will not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.
  
  I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice or hesitate in the presence of the adversary.
  
  I will not negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
  
  I won't give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up (ATTN: Aaron), paid up, and preached up for Messiah's cause.
  
  I am a disciple of Yeshua.
  
  I must give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes.
  
  And when He does come for His own, He'll have no problems recognizing me.

  My colors will be clear!

  Credits:
  Two things are for sure, I didn’t write this, and, I’m not sure who did. 
  
  Unknown is apparently a very prolific writer – some think it was her. 
  
  Others say Bob wrote it.  Still others say Bob’s son says an African pastor had a copy of the statement written by Bob in his pocket when he was killed for his confession of Yeshua. 

  I heard it first : ) (I first heard it) at Martin & Rachel’s wedding several years ago, when my brother Pete read it, and he said that it was found in the home of an African pastor who had been martyred. 

  Several other bloggers confirm that as well.  Advancing His Kingdom credits Extreme Devotion, Voice of the Martyrs, page 150 (The last words of an African martyr).
  
  I have actually tried to apply the concept in my life, and have seen the wisdom of no longer needing praise, possessions, and popularity, as Yeshua’s disciple.  I’ve also tried to steer clear of “the maze of mediocrity.”

  Whether it was written in Zimbabwe or Rwanda or Botswana or Seattle; it was written well; I think.

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