God’s in the gutter

Humility is one of those words that seems embarrassing in this market-driven age. The meek might inherit the earth—eventually—but not right now.

It is said that successful people do not write good poems.

The 19th century Christian William Temple counselled his congregations to avoid the sort of obsessive religious humility that “consists in being a great deal occupied about yourselves’’.

“Humility does not mean thinking less of yourself than of other people. It means freedom from thinking about yourself, one way or the other, at all,’’ he said.

There was no greater example of humility than Jesus Christ who “although born rich, became poor’’.

Born amid the dung in a stable, a humble carpenter for most of his life, homeless during his ministry and dying naked on a cross, he placed himself on a very human level.

He expressed, in human terms, the stress he faced via his temptation in the wilderness, and his agony in the Garden of Gethsemane. The lesson is that sometimes one must go as low as possible to find God.

Live simply. Love generously. Leave the rest to God.

This remarkable testament was found amidst the papers of a martyred African pastor.

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 His and 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 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!