He was crucified on a cross of wood, but He made the hill on which it stood.
The New Testament is in the Old Testament concealed. The Old Testament is in the New Testament revealed.
African Missionarys Notice
Im part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power.
The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. Im a disciple of His. I wont look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.
My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future is secure. Im finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colourless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.
I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I dont have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labour by power.
My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way rough, my companions few, my guide reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.
I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.
I wont 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 go till He comes, give till I drop, preach till all know, and work till He stops me. And when He comes for His own, He will have no problems recognizing memy banner will be clear!
by an Anonymous African Pastor in Zimbabwenailed to his wall prior to his execution
This vibrant declaration was contributed by Dr. Nina Gunter who got it from veteran missionary Louise Robinson Chapman (Africa: 1920-1940). One side note is that today this commitment statement circulates among Christians (and even web sites) with the byline "Author unknown." The story behind this statement makes it all the more potent!
"I only trace the lines that flow from God." --Albert Einstein
"It may be that deity can forgive sin, but I do not see how." --Socrates
I am not a Democrat or a Republican. I am a Monarchist. I would like to tell you a little about my king.
My king is a racial king He is the King of the Jews.
My king is a national king He is the King of Israel.
But, He is also the King of all the ages;
The King of Heaven;
The King of Glory;
The King of Kings and Lord of Lords.
And my question to you is do you know Him?
Do you really know Him?
The heavens declare His Glory.
The firmament shows his handiwork;
He who is, who was and shall always be.
He is the First and the Last.
He is the Alpha and the Omega.
He is the Aleph and the Tau.
He is the A and the Z.
He is the First Fruits of them that slept.
He is the Ego Eimi () the 'EHªYEH 'ªSHER 'EHªYEH The I AM THAT I AM
He is the voice of the burning bush.
The Captain of the Lord of Hosts
The conqueror of Jericho.
By Him were all things made that were made.
Without Him was not anything made that was made.
And by Him are all things held together.
In Him dwells the fullness of the Godhead Bodily.
Indeed He is our Kinsman Redeemer.
But also, He is our Avenger of Blood.
He is our City of Refuge.
He is our Performing High Priest;
Our Personal Prophet;
Our Reigning King.
He is enduringly strong; entirely sincere; eternally steadfast
He is immortally graceful; imperially powerful; impartially merciful.
He stands alone in Himself.
He is august, pre-eminent, unique and unparalleled.
He is the loftiest idea in literature.
He is the highest personality in philosophy.
He is the fundamental doctrine of theology.
He is the supreme problem in higher criticism.
He is the miracle of the ages;
the superlative of everything good.
He is Gods Son.
There is no means of measuring His limitless love. It was written in blood on a wooden cross,
erected in Judea some 2,000 years ago.
He is the only one able to supply all of our needs simultaneously.
No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out a blessing.
He is available to the tempted and tried.
He blesses the young.
He cleanses the lepers.
He defends the feeble.
He delivers the captives.
He discharges the debtors.
He forgives the sinners.
He franchises the meek.
He guards the besieged.
He heals the sick.
He provides strength to the weak.
He regards the aged.
He rewards the diligent.
He serves the unfortunate.
He sympathizes and He saves.
His offices are manifold.
His reign is righteous.
His promises are sure.
His goodness is limitless.
His light is matchless.
His grace is sufficient.
His mercy is everlasting.
His word is enough.
His yoke is easy and His burden is light.
I WISH I COULD DESCRIBE HIM TO YOU!
He is indescribable.
He is incomprehensible.
He is irresistible.
He is invincible.
The heaven of heavens cannot contain Him.
Man cannot explain Him.
You cant get Him out of your mind.
You cant get Him off of your hands.
You cant out-live Him.
You cant live without Him.
The Pharisees could not stand Him.
But they learned they could not stop Him.
Pilate couldnt find fault with Him.
The witnesses could not agree against Him.
Herod couldnt kill Him.
Death couldnt handle Him.
The grave couldnt hold Him.
He has always been and always will be.
He had no predecessor and He will have no successor.
You cant impeach Him and He aint going to resign.
His name is a name above every name.
That at the name of Yeshua, every knee shall bow and every tongue shall confess that Jesus Christ is Lord.
His is the Kingdom And the Power And the Glory Forever and ever.
Anyine who "sells out" on liberalism is tops in my book and I would love to hear your long story.
Well, you know, since you put me on the spot and all. Maybe I can tell a li'l sumpin sumpin... ;-)
I meant what I said. I, rdb3, am a "sellout."
I've sold out the notion that I need to look to others for leadership, for my leaders are Christ Jesus, my father, and the man who stares back at me when I look in the mirror.
I've sold out the idea that I need others to do my thinking for me. I've been blessed with full mental faculties and can do my own thinking.
I've sold out the idea that I owe the black community, or any other community, anything whatsoever. I owe myself the absolute best that I can do with what I've been given when I'm given it. If I give myself these things, then I give to others who need as I see fit, whether that be bread, water, encouragement, or a friend. If I've given myself my best from the sweat of my own brow, then and only then do I have anything to give to anyone.
I've sold out the notion that I'm a black man over everything else. I'm a man first. And defining this man, like it is for virtually every other man or woman, is a herculean task that cannot be contained by pigmentation. Sure, I have carmel-brown skin. But I didn't have a choice in that. And since I'm comfortable with the skin I'm in, I'm comfortable with the man behind the skin. He's far more important, for my skin color doesn't pay my mortgage, okay? Okay! ;-)
I've sold out the notion that it is somehow righteous to profit off of the backs of my ancestors who have long ago shuffled off their mortal coils. If I didn't suffer like they did to get me where I am, what business do I have using what they went through so that my bank account gets a bit larger? That's utter disrespect for them, and it amounts to urinating and defecating on their graves. They didn't suffer for that. For every man who was denied (and they were indeed denied) his dreams due to his blackness, my achievements are dedicated to each and every one of them who didn't enjoy these rights that I now have. I owe this to them.
I've sold out the silliness which tells me that, because I'm black, I can't truly be an American. I'm told that I'm an African in America. Well, first off, I don't know much about Africa. I can learn anything I desire about Africa, but that does not make me an African any more than learning about Great Britain makes me British. To tell the truth, I am a full-fledged American (no hyphens needed). I have the privilege of being able to trace my ancestry all the way back to 1798 on a rather large Georgia plantation. Since my bloodlines have been present here in America for 217 years, how can I not be an American? My citizenship was bought and paid for, and I have the receipt to prove it. Wanna see it? Look at Old Glory. See those red stripes? That's where you'll find it.
I've sold out the preposterous, unfathomable idea that I have the get the green light from some self-appointed "leader" or political party who are nothing more than charlatans before I can do what I want to do. Slavery ended in 1865. Jim Crow died a long time ago, too. What does that mean? It means that I, the "sellout," am a free man. So since I'm a free MAN, I'mma do what I'mma do and say what I'mma say, you unnastand what I'm sayin'?
In summary, I've "sold out" all that is Left. I've taken my position on the Right standing firm because it is right to be here. And I won't be moved regardless of who doesn't like it, be he black or white.
I, rdb3, am a "sellout." And a proud one at that.
Cleveland, Ohio WARNING: