Blog #2

Yesterday I celebrated 30 years of good health. On 24th March, 1990 I had a heart attack whilst playing football in Perth, Australia and found myself in intensive care for a number of weeks and in recovery mode for several months afterwards. I was only 30 years old back then but my heart became de-hydrated during the match and stopped working properly.

I remember the day very clearly, particularly the part where I asked that if God were really there, would he please relieve the pain in my chest? That prayer was immediately answered and the pain thankfully subsided, but the underlying condition needed treatment in hospital and those subsequent days were touch and go for me.

But God met me in those days in a way I will never let myself forget. Months later a friend told me in her words that when she came to visit me hours after the match, 'the life had gone out of my eyes'. I'm glad to say that that life gradually returned but only after I did some serious thinking about what really mattered to me. I came to the conclusion that I really did believe in Jesus' death and resurrection and that his love for me was a cast iron certainty.

Sometimes, its only when we are facing the biggest challenges in life that we come to realize what we truly believe. Perhaps we feel a little like that now? There's so much to cope with and so many challenges to our sense of security and peace. But, I take courage from the story of Daniel and how, he was 'lifted up out of the den, and no injury was found on him.' (Dan 6:23)  Our God is able to do that both physically and emotionally leaving us with good memories rather than bad ones, and a testimony for others to hear. 

'Be encouraged, little flock, for it is the Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom.' (Luke 12:32)