A Minister's Dedication
July 24, 2011
Well, This isn't really a blog, It's A Minister's Dedication. This is what I have sworn before the Lord to do, and I wanted to share it with you: Here it is: To this day that is mine, my country's and my God's, I dedicate my all, My talents, every one, shall be held subject to the sight draft of the emergencies of others. I will enlarge my soul by cultivating love for those from whom I find myself recoiling. No man shall ever feel his color or his caste in my presence, for within my heart of hearts there shall be no conciousness of it.
The man who has fallen shall find me a friend, the woman down, a helper. But more than this, those falling shall have my trust that they may stand again. The cry of every child shall find my heart whether cry of need or of aspiration. Not one of all the nation's "little one's" shall be despised. Cherishing every life of whatever land or race and mindful of hidden struggles in all things I will strive to help and to serve.
No word shall ever pass my lips that hurts another in things of face, form, station, or estate. My own weaknesses, my foilbles, and my sins shall chasten speech and deny my pride. My life shall be a dedicated thing. I shall count it desecration to pervert it. The vandal hands of lust and hate and greed shall not be permitted to despoil.
And thus I resolve, not because I am good, but that I want to be; not because I am strong, but that I feel weakness, Not that I feel above others; but with all my soul, I long to be one of humankind, both helped, and helper. So do I dedicate my days. So do I set apart my culture. So do I recieve but also give to others. So do I press humbly into the presence of the sacrificial Son of Man, crying out in eager consecration, "Let me follow Thee, Master." wherever the world still needs ministry, wherever life is still to be given for many.
Help me, Thou whose manger cradle brought democracy to light, to meet in my own worth democracy's final test and to my own great day be true.
The man who has fallen shall find me a friend, the woman down, a helper. But more than this, those falling shall have my trust that they may stand again. The cry of every child shall find my heart whether cry of need or of aspiration. Not one of all the nation's "little one's" shall be despised. Cherishing every life of whatever land or race and mindful of hidden struggles in all things I will strive to help and to serve.
No word shall ever pass my lips that hurts another in things of face, form, station, or estate. My own weaknesses, my foilbles, and my sins shall chasten speech and deny my pride. My life shall be a dedicated thing. I shall count it desecration to pervert it. The vandal hands of lust and hate and greed shall not be permitted to despoil.
And thus I resolve, not because I am good, but that I want to be; not because I am strong, but that I feel weakness, Not that I feel above others; but with all my soul, I long to be one of humankind, both helped, and helper. So do I dedicate my days. So do I set apart my culture. So do I recieve but also give to others. So do I press humbly into the presence of the sacrificial Son of Man, crying out in eager consecration, "Let me follow Thee, Master." wherever the world still needs ministry, wherever life is still to be given for many.
Help me, Thou whose manger cradle brought democracy to light, to meet in my own worth democracy's final test and to my own great day be true.
Posted by Bryan Kevin Pully.