Soldiering On by Dale Berry

Soldiering On

How can I appreciate The Light, if I have not lived through darkness? The Son came for those who have fallen away. He took the nails so we don’t have to.

6 years ago laid up in bed for two months after a serious climbing accident, I went through all the low’s I thought I could possibly imagine. Would I climb again? How was I going to provide for Claire and Isaac? To top it all, it wasn’t even this that prompted me to declare my faith and ask Jesus to give me the chance to serve the true King.

It was the most horrible torture that Jesus endured to give us the good news. Not only was his body battered and bruised, he was tormented to his very core.

Out of the anguish of his soul he shall see and be satisfied; by his knowledge shall the righteous one, my servant, make many to be accounted righteous, and he shall bear their iniquities.

Isaiah 53:11 –

I have several pins in my left ankle, along with a metal plate for good measure; just the one in my right wrist. I cannot even begin to fathom the endurance needed to bear such physical hurt as He did. It was at my lowest ebb, from a concerted attack on my mind, that Jesus came to my rescue. But to know He is the ultimate advocate for all of His brothers and sisters, whether they realise it or not, just blows my troubles away!

If more people approached the Bible with a deep sense of helplessness, and hope-filled reliance on God’s merciful assistance, there would be a far more seeing and savoring and transformation than there is.;

I need that grounded investment in His before to have any chance of a fruitful life in my after. I cannot run from the hurt that led to my turning around; the opposite is true. To get where I am now it was crucial. For continued progression it must not be forgotten.

God thunders wondrously with his voice; he does great things that we cannot comprehend. For to the snow he says, ‘Fall on the earth,’ likewise to the downpour, his mighty downpour.

Job 37:5-6 –

Jesus came to bridge the gulf that was opened up between us and God, but we need to be so thankful for that gap. If I had not fallen into His Grace, I would not have had the uplift of seeing Tommy Smith, The Anfield Iron, on a hospital bed surrounded by porters. He didn’t realise they were all Blue’s, but to a man it didn’t take long for them all to be in stitches. I would stand no chance of freeing my self of the mires that life throws in my path, nor be able to wonder at the full glory of what is now happening in my life.

Thank you so much King Jesus that through my most feeble weakness’, you have given me an invite to the greatest of parties!

Dale Berry writes from Northgate Church

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