MY CHOICE – Bill McChesney

Love the poem, delighted to pick it up. It was inspirational as a teenager when my father showed it to me and it continues to be. The true power of the poem is the heart of the author, martyred for Christ.

Called. Convicted. Converted.

Bill McChesney, a missionary in the Congo, was martyred by the rebels in the Stanleyville area in 1964, when he was 28 years old. He had been beaten on a truck and his back was bleeding at the same time as suffering from malaria. Then he was beaten to death by an angry mob which was instigated by the revolutionary army.” Before he left to be a missionary he had written this poem entitled, MY CHOICE.

I want my breakfast served at “eight”, with ham and eggs upon the plate;
A well-broiled steak I’ll eat at “one”; and dine again when day is done.

I want an ultramodern home, and in each room a telephone;
Soft carpets, too, upon the floors, and pretty drapes to grace the doors.

A cosy place of lovely things, like easy chairs and innersprings,
And then I’ll get a small TV – of course…

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