The following was the final journal entry of a martyred Zimbabwe pastor. It makes one wonder: What would I write in my journal as my final entry if I were to be killed in the morning for my faith?
THAT is how we should all live now, as well as how we shall die then. As you read this, put yourself in his shoes…you are about to be killed.
Final Journal Entry of a Martyred Zimbabwe Pastor
I am a disciple of Christ. I will not let up, look back, or slow down. My past is redeemed, my future secure. I am done with low living, small planning, smooth knees, mundane talking, chintzy giving and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotion or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, or rewarded. My face is set, my goal is sure. My road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few. My God is reliable, my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, delayed, or deluded. I will not flinch in the face of adversity, nor negotiate at the table of the enemy, nor meander in the maze of mediocrity. I am a disciple of Christ. I must go until He comes, speak of all I know of Him and work until He stops me. And when He comes for His own, by the grace of God, He will have no problem recognizing me, because my colors are clear.