Fellowship of the Unashamed

I know I’ve probably posted this previously, but it’s still worth checking out. I remember distinctly being blown away by the radical sentiment of the author. I found out recently that he was a young pastor in Zimbabwe who was martyred for his faith and a little poem was found among his papers that went something like this:

“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
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’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, paid up,
and preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus.
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!”

Whoo boy, that’s good.

My Translation for 2017


Those of you who have followed me and my blog posts for some time probably know that I read through the Bible every year in a different translation. Last year, I chose the Holman Christian Standard Bible. This year’s pick has been the New Jerusalem Bible. I get the joy of reading through those extra books not found in the typical Protestant Bibles.

I’m almost through the book of Genesis.

I’m reminded yet again that the people God chose in creating a nation of His own were far from perfect. All of them had character flaws and a sometimes staggering lack of good judgment. I can relate.

God still doesn’t always pick the best looking or the best dressed or the most type A personalities. Some of the choices He makes with people He works through might seem like head scratchers to a lot of us, but God knows what He’s doing.

Remember God chose you and God chose me, not because we were the most qualified to get the job done, but because God delighted in doing so. The ultimate result is that the credit for anything good that comes out of you or me goes directly to God.

It’s also a reminder that when I get aggravated with those biblical characters choosing poorly and being ignoramuses, I can remember that I occasionally am one of those, too. I imagine some of you are as well.

I love how in the Gospels, Jesus changed Simon’s name to Peter, not because of who he was but because of who Jesus saw he would become. It took a while for Peter to live up to his own name and Jesus put up with a lot of immaturity and foot-in-mouth disease from Peter and never gave up on him until he became one of the most powerful spokesmen for the early Church.

I’m thankful that God still chooses to work through nobodies and screw-ups and neurotics. I’m most thankful that there’s still nobody that’s too far gone for God to redeem and restore and repurpose.