I prefer to fade into the background, and let the message have center stage, and if men looked to me, I pray they would see Jesus and nothing more.

I claim no title, or mantle, having no aspirations for either, and am extremely content with being identified as just another servant of God.

I believe we are all equal in the eyes of God, and the only difference between one who is called to ministry, and one who is ministered to, is the level of accountability required of God, for to whom much is given much is also required.

I do not believe that my call to ministry, my heritage, or my sacrifice, entitle me to feeling entitled.

I believe we are living dangerous times, wherein the Word of God has been substituted in His own house with men's notions and ideas of what they thing God's Word should be.

I am intolerant of both deception, and men who would profit and make merchandise of God's word, and believe there is no place for entertainment in God's house.

I refuse to compromise truth under any circumstances, and will defend it vehemently until my dying breath, and prefer to starve rather than make business of God's word.

I believe in charity of heart, and helping the poor, and consider that caring for the widow, the orphan, and the forsaken of society, should be a priority for every ministry, and minister of God.

I believe in a sovereign, omnipotent, and omniscient God, whose love for the world was such, that He sent His only Son to die that we may have life, and absent of Christ and the cross there is no salvation, atonement, or redemption.

I believe a life of prayer, fasting, obedience and humility are essential for every true servant, and these two virtues marked the lives of all of God's great warriors.

I believe truth is precious, and greatly undervalued in our society.

I believe that pride and vainglory are the root cause of more spiritual men's downfall than anyone will ever know, and find hypocrisy among the children of God both indefensible and inexcusable.

I cry every time I hear George Frideric Handel's Messiah sung in my native tongue.

This is who I am, for better or worse, a blade of grass in an endless field, a drop in the ocean of eternity, yet loved, as you, by the Creator of all that is, confident in the knowledge that He comforts, He guides, and He strengthens.

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea Jr.