heaven is: not about us!

THERE is the story of a man who died and arrived at the gates of eternity for a guided tour by a guardian angel.
The angel took him to Hell, which was a large banquet room with a huge table loaded with food. Surrounding the table were emaciated, groaning people.

The man asked why Hell’s residents were starving when they had so much food in front of them.
The angel told him the only requirement in Hell was that the food be eaten with forks that were a metre long.

The forks were far too long to turn and insert into the mouths.

In the next room—Heaven—the table was equally loaded and the forks equally long, but the people were well-fed and laughing.
“The same restrictions apply here,’’ said the angel,’’ but the people solved the problem by feeding each other and allowing themselves to be fed.’’

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!