"I AM A SOLDIER"

 I am a soldier in the army of my God.  The Lord Jesus Christ is my
Commanding officer. The Holy Bible is my code of conduct. Faith, prayer, and The Word are my weapons of warfare.  I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity and tested by fire.
I am a volunteer in this army, and I am enlisted for all eternity. I will either retire in this army at the rapture or die in this army; but I will not get out, sell out, be talked out, or pushed out.  I am
Faithful, reliable, capable and dependable.
If my God needs me, I am there.
If He needs me in the Sunday school to teach the children, work with the youth, help adults or just sit and learn.  He can use me because I am there!!
I am a soldier.
I am not a baby.  I do not need to be pampered, petted, primed up,
pumped up, picked up or pepped up. I do  not need to be cuddled, cradled, cared for, or catered to.   I am a soldier.
No one has to call me, remind me, write me, visit me, entice me, or lure me.  I am a soldier.
I am not a wimp.  I am in place, saluting my King, obeying His orders, praising His name, and building His kingdom! No one has to send me flowers, gifts, food, cards, candy or give me handouts.
I am committed.  I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around. I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside. I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit. When Jesus called me into this army, I had nothing.  If I end up with nothing, I will still come out ahead.  I will win because I am a soldier.
My God has and will continue to supply all my needs.  I am more than a conqueror.  I will always triumph.  I can do all things through Christ.
Devils cannot defeat me.  People cannot disillusion me.  Weather cannot weary me and sickness cannot stop me.  Battles cannot beat me.  Money cannot buy me.  Governments cannot silence me and hell cannot handle me.
I am a soldier.
Even death cannot destroy me.  For when my commander calls me from this battlefield, He will promote me to a Captain and then allow me to rule with Him.  I am a soldier in the army, and I'm marching claiming victory. I will not give up.  I will not turn around.  I am a soldier, marching heaven bound.
Here I stand!

THE THIEF ON THE CROSS

“How does the thief on the cross fit into your theology? No baptism, no communion, no confirmation, no speaking in tongues, no mission trip, no volunteerism, and no church clothes. He couldn’t even bend his knees to pray. He didn’t say the sinner's prayer and among other things, he was a thief. Jesus didn’t take away his pain, heal his body, or smite the scoffers. Yet it was a thief who walked into heaven the same hour as Jesus simply by believing. He had nothing more to offer other than his belief that Jesus was who he said he was. No spin from brilliant theologians. No ego or arrogance. No Shiny lights, skinny jeans, or crafty words. No haze machine, donuts, or coffee in the entrance. Just a naked dying man on a cross unable to even fold his hands to pray.”