This statement was made by a young African martyr, penned just before his death. The poem has become a battle cry for missionaries, not only in Africa, but around the world.
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, my future is secure.
I’m finished and done with low living, sight walking, smooth knees, colorless dreams, chained visions, worldly talking, cheap giving, and warped 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 won’t give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, and paid up for the cause of Jesus Christ.
I must go ’til He comes, give ’til I drop, preach ’til everyone knows, work ’til He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no trouble recognizing me because my banner will have been clear.
(Courtesy of Every Home for Christ)
I want to be a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. Have you “crossed the line?” Is your decision clear?
“Still another said, “I will follow you, Lord; but first let me go back and say good-by to my family.”
Jesus replied, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God.” Luke 9:61-62