I believe in Jesus Christ. I believe He is MY Saviour, He is the Saviour of the world. John 3: 16“For God so loved the world,i that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life. 17For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through him.
I believe in His Gospel, His good news for the world, and that He commanded us to proclaim it. Mark 16:15
I believe He is the Way, the Truth, and the Life, and that through Him, and His blood, is the only way to eternal life. Acts 4:12. He has called me into His marvellous Light. 1 Peter 2:9.
I believe God has been very gracious to me, in that He has given me, a wretched sinner, what Christ deserves, a home in eternity, while Christ has taken my punishment.
When I became a Christian, He made me a new creation, and gave me a new heart. Because of this I now WANT to live for Him, my whole life worships Him, and I have peace and joy and rest in Him. Because of this I love the Father, and my neighbour as myself.
Over the last twenty years or so, the rubber has really hit the road in my life. I have lost my beloved husband to dementia. He is still alive physically, but mentally he is dead. He was a civil engineer, and very active in the community, and loved by all. He attracted kids and dogs. He was a GREAT father, and he cannot remember this. Because he can’t remember he thinks he was an awful father. Fortunately, the love shown him by his children is helping to rectify this idea. I have been diagnosed with an incurable and untreatable neurological condition, that will not kill me, but is destroying my quality of life. Because of it, I am unable to work. I have had to stop caring for native wildlife (it was my passion) and I am no longer able to be the musician at the congregations I attend (this too was my passion). But like Paul, I rejoice. Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice. Phil 4:4
Paul was in prison, and content. I dare say he wasn’t happy about it, but joy is not happiness. I am content, because I know that the Lord is carrying me. Certain parts of my life have finished, but He has opened new ways for me to witness for Him. He has surrounded me with people to love, and who love me, warts and all. And lots of little moments of joy for me.
I give Him humble and hearty thanks that I CAN rest in Him. That I don’t have to work my way to heaven, attend the right denomination, wear the right clothes, eat the right foods, do the right things. HE has done it all.
The only thing *I* did was to accept His gracious gift, by repenting, by turning to Him from my former “me” centred life.
It’s no longer I that liveth,
But Christ that liveth in me
Light of Christ 