Spared from the Angel of Death

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The blood of Jesus Christ spared you from the Angel of Death and the slavery to sin. Patricia shares about her near-death experience and the experience of accepting Christ as her Lord and Savior.

Passage: Exodus 12:1-13

Key Verse: “The blood shall be a sign for you on the houses where you live; and when I see the blood I will pass over you, and no plague will befall you to destroy you when I strike the land of Egypt.” V.13

The small family of Jewish slaves sat on the floor of their small hut, eating the lamb that was slain. Their sandals were on their feet and they were dressed for the journey. Their sparse belongings were tied inside small sacks that each family member would carry when Moses sent word that it was time to go.

Screams could be heard throughout the land. Mothers sobbed uncontrollably. Fathers howled as wild animals. The young boy knew what was happening and was afraid. He lifted his head and stared at his father for a while.

“Am I going to die tonight, Father?”

“No, Son. You’re not.”

“Why not, Father?”

The father gently pulled his son up by the hand, and took him to the hut’s door.

“You see this, son? The lamb that you eat tonight was sacrificed for you. The blood of the lamb on our door posts is your protection. The Angel of Death shall not get to you. You are safe.”

Spared from death is not the same as spared from the Angel of Death…

April 4, 2015 marks the third anniversary of the day doctors removed one of the most aggressive types of cancer from my body. It was a small shadow of death that was growing, ready to possibly claim my life at a fairly young age. We don’t know how long it had been inside my kidney, but because of its aggressiveness and small size, it was probably a fairly new growth. As I get ready to celebrate this third anniversary next week, I am overwhelmed with gratitude and joy. I’m in awe of God’s grace towards me. The type of cancer I had is a silent killer and it would not have been caught, were it not for an ovarian cyst that burst, sending me to the ER in excruciating pain. As much as I know many have read about my story, I never become weary of telling it.

I was spared. I’m alive, thanks to God’s grace.

As much as that chapter of my life makes me want to shout for joy, it pales in contrast to a different time many years ago, when I was spared from the Angel of Death. It started on the same month of April, 20 years ago, when a confused and depressed young adult started searching for answers inside the walls of Central Presbyterian church in one of Brazil’s capital cities. My world was falling apart. A long term relationship had ended in betrayal. A close friend had deserted me. My business was failing.

Lost in the middle of my crisis, I remembered a friend from college who had once invited me to attend her church. At the time, I dismissed her. I was on top of the world! I didn’t need God!

But as my world started to crumble down, her quiet demeanor and caring attitude seemed to be calling me from the pages of my college graduation’s photo album:

“Would you like to join me for church this Sunday?

I attended the services for five months before I surrendered my life to Christ. It was September 7, 1995, Brazil’s Independence Day when my heart was set free.  The blood of the Lamb was put on the door posts of my heart.

His blood spared me from the Angel of Death…

And His mighty hand set me free from my Egypt… my slavery to Sin.

Our Hallelujah song…

The song that tells the world that we are His chosen people, imperfect as we are, and yet, the apple of His eye…  (Deuteronomy 32:10)

The song that tells that we certainly may go through the same trials as everyone else – cancer, divorce, financial loss, death – but our hope is steady, unwavering and alive! (Psalm 91:1-7)

The song that tells the world that the precious blood of the unblemished Son of God still covers, delivers and saves. (Matthew 26:28)

That same song that will one day remain in my heart, when doctors shake their heads and my end on this earth draws near… When I look upon His face and ask:

“Father, will I die tonight?”

And His loving heart will whisper:

“No, Daughter. You will not. For my Son’s blood is on the door posts of your heart. Even when you die, you will certainly live.” (John 11:25)

Hallelujah! My Savior’s risen! Because He lives, in spite of my circumstances, I can still sing: “I’m truly alive.”

Are you truly alive today?

 

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