The Fellowship of the Unashamed

This is by Dr. Bob Moorehead, whoever that is.  They passed it out years ago at my old church, and I've kept it all this time.  I still love it.  Bit of a motto, you know?

I am a part of the fellowship of the Unashamed. 

I have the Holy Spirit's power.  

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

tame visions,

mundane talking,

chintzy giving, 

and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence,

prosperity,

position, 

promotions, 

plaudits, 

or popularity.

I don't have to be right,

first,

tops,

recognized, 

praised, 

regarded,

 or rewarded.

I now live by presence, 

learn 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 is reliable, 

my mission is 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 won't give up,

back up,

let up, 

or shut up

until I've preached up, 

prayed up,

paid up, 

stored up,

and stayed up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus Christ.

I must go until He 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 colors will be clear for 

"I am not ashamed of the Gospel, because it is the power of God for the salvation of everyone who believes." 

(Romans 1:16)

AMZi x x x x x

Ozymandias

Poem I've memorized for a long time, and still love. :)

Ozymandias by Percy Shelley

I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert, near them on the sand
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains.  Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away."

More are coming to my mind--mainly Robbie Burns.  The Twa Corbies.  I love that one.  And When I Was One and Twenty by some other chap.  And Very Like a Whale by...oh, whatsisname.  I'll find them soon.

AMZi x x x x x