I was looking back at photographs on my iPhone taken in the last six months. Some photos capture the beauty and colors of the sky and sea from where I live on Strangford Lough in Ireland. The beauty all around me revives my body and soul. I am being restored.
The heavens declare the Glory of God.
The skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech,
Night after night they reveal knowledge. Psalm 19 v 1
I am happy to enjoy the changes in the heavens all around, knowing the Creator holds me in his arms.
Tonight the time changes in Ireland. The clocks move forward one hour. It is Eastertime 2016. I am thankful to God to be alive, six years on from being diagnosed with fourth stage colon cancer.
This Easter weekend we celebrate a world changing event that happened about 2000 years ago. Jesus died a cruel death and was buried in the grave. But he didn’t stay there. He arose from the grave. He now lives at the Father’s right hand interceding for us.
By his death he conquered the power of sin and death, and power of the devil over mankind and made a way for us to go to heaven. He is the way, the truth and the life.
I know the power of his death on the cross. Isaiah 53 says “By his stripes we are healed.” I received my healing six years ago.
Are you weighed down by misfortune, misery and ill health? Look up. Ask the Creator of the universe for help. His son Jesus paid for your freedom from oppression and sickness by the shedding of his Blood. Have faith in God.
The words of the hymn called “The Old Rugged Cross.” are going through my mind this afternoon, Good Friday 2015. Today we remember Jesus death on the cross.
On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross,
The emblem of suff’ring and shame;
And I love that old cross where the Dearest and Best
For a world of lost sinners was slain.
So I’ll cherish the old rugged cross,
Till my trophies at last I lay down;
I will cling to the old rugged cross,
And exchange it someday for a crown.
I was on that hill far away where one can see the outline of a skull. The hill was called Golgotha, in Jerusalem.
I remember today, Good Friday, Jesus death, when he was crucified and shed his blood. He died a horrible death. His face and body was covered in blood till he was not recognised.
Isaiah describes his death,
He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief:
and we hid as it were our faces from him;
he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities:
the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.
I know Jesus was rejected for me to take away my rejection. I know he is acquainted with my sorrow, pain and grief. I know he took all my sickness on the cross. I gave it all to Jesus and I am free, healed and restored. I know Satan is defeated by Jesus and I do not have to listen to Satan’s lies. The power of God was released when Jesus died that day on the cross.
Believe and receive from Jesus today. Give him all your sorrows and pain. He will give you healing instead. He took my cancer and gave me restoration. I love him because of what he has done for me.