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    The Fellowship of The Unashamed

    Every night when I come home from work and start to unwind and shake off all the things the day brought me, I seek to be reminded of who I have been called to be and the mission set before me. Ripped out of a Frontier Missions magazine and taped to my wall are these words. They have become my anthem this summer, my reminder, my conviction and my call.

    The Fellowship of the Unashamed

    I am 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 won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

    My past is redeemed, my present

    makes sense, and my future is secure.

    I am finished and done with low living, sight walking,

    small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams,

    chintzy giving, and dwarfed goals.

    I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position,

    promotions, plaudits, or popularity.

    I now live by presence, lean by faith, love by patience,

    lift by prayer, and labor by power.

    My pace is set, my gait is fast, my goal is Heaven, my

    road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few,

    my Guide reliable, my mission clear.

    I cannot be bought, compromised, deterred, lured away, turned back,

    diluted, or delayed.

    I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the

    presence of adversity, negotiate at the table of the enemy,

    ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander

    in the maze of mediocrity.

    I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.

    I must go until Heaven returns, give until I drop, preach until all know,

    and work until He comes.

    And when He comes to get His own, He will have no problem recognizing me.

    My colours will be clear.


    May we walk forward down the narrow path with utter courage, urgency, boldness, humility and complete dependancy on the One who gave it all, each step and each breath for His glory and His kingdom.

    With love,

    SJ

     

    [The author is debated but it is probable that these words were written by an African martyr. All the more weight these words hold if so.]

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