Mine is not the great pulpits at famous platforms with strong leaders.
Mine is not the public eye of acclaim on the international stage.
Mine is not the hallowed halls of power where flourish the seeds of selfishness and greed.
Mine is not the scheduled life of a great orator who reaches the ears of distant lands.
Mine is not the use of clever tactics of more ingenious souls.
Mine is not within the confines of popular demands and current beliefs.
Mine is not to ride the waves of prevalent fads and contemporary fashion.
Mine is not the powerful wind or shaking earthquake driving the fire of revolution.
Mine is the whisper of Truth and Righteousness in a solitary abode.
Mine is the hidden valley where the poor and downtrodden are forgotten and the eye does not see.
Mine is where the feeble of heart dare not go, for life is vulnerable.
Mine is a spontaneous response to the inner call, the solitude of loneliness in a desert.
Mine is the advancement of solitary yearnings, the unforeseen experiment of life in the desert
Mine is the unplanned encounter with strangers in need, lost souls crossing my path by chance.
Mine is a flowing river, which is never the same.
Mine is a silent prayer in a dark places for ALL humanity.
Mine is the ebb and flow of those who perchance come my way.
Mine is a haven for their worries, sorrows and struggles.
Among but apart.
Leading from behind.
Quietly and patiently aggressive in the defense of the Almighty and God’s will.
Mine is the Way of Jesus with the forgotten and unknown.