Martyred for his faith in 1980, a young African Pastor had written the below. He was forced by Rwandan rebels to either renounce Christ or face death. He refused to renounce Christ, and he was killed on the spot. This was found in his belongings.
“I’m part of the fellowship of the unashamed. I have Holy Spirit power. The die has been cast. I have stepped off the line, the decision has been made. I’m a disciple of Him. 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 finished and done with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed vision, mundane talking, cheap giving, and dwarfed goals. I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, ploddings or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, live by prayer and labor by power. My face is set, my gait is fast, my goal is heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions few, my guide reliable, and my mission clear. I cannot be bought, compromised, detoured, turned back, lured away, 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, meander in the maze of mediocrity. I won’t give up, shut up, let up until I have stared up, sorted up, prayed up, paid up, preached up for the cause of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus. I must go til He comes, give til I drop, preach til all know and work til He will have no problem recognizing me. My banner will be clear.”