Rescued from the Jaws of Death: Encapsulate of Victory

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Awakening was a key concept in Hildebrand’s philosophy of life. The child in its innocence who first discovers the fact of death is awakened to a horrible reality, often exacerbated by the gradual suspicion that if natural death alone is the end of life, what point is there to anything? I appreciate my saviour Jesus Christ for shedding his blood on the cross to redeem my life and soul from the devil by making an open show of the devil, by triumphing over him and by openly disgracing the enemy out of my life totally. Colossians 2:14-15 Blotting out the handwriting of ordinances that was against us, which was contrary to us, and took it out of the way, nailing it to his cross; And having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a shew of them openly, triumphing over them in it.

It was clear the 1,500-mile flight fromMindanao to Australia was not going to be a “milk run.” At one point their path took them between two major Japanese airbases. Nevertheless, the two bombers took off and arrived safely at Del Monte around 10 pm on March 16. There were supposed to be three bombers, but one did not leave Australia because of a fuel leak. While in Nigeria, she attended the Word of Faith Bible Institute at Winners Chapel, Lagos, Nigeria. She further attended the Redeemer Bible College in Ireland. I went down to the very bottoms of the mountains; the gates of the netherworld barred me in forever; but you brought me up from the Pit, O LORD, my God. I sank to the foundations of the mountains, the earth’s gates shut behind me forever! Then you raised my life from the Pit, LORD my God!Be gracious to me, O Yahweh; See my affliction from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,

To the cuttings of mountains I have come down, The earth, her bars are behind me to the age. And Thou bringest up from the pit my life, O Jehovah my God.

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I went down to the roots of the mountains; to the land whose bars closed behind me forever, But you brought my life up from the pit, O LORD, my God.

Pulpit Commentary Verse 13. - Have mercy upon me, O Lord! The consideration of God's mercies in the past, and especially in the recent deliverance, leads the psalmist to implore a continuance of his mercies in the future. He is not yet free from troubles. There are still enemies who afflict and threaten him - "heathen" who seek to "prevail" against him (vers. 19, 20), and perhaps already domestic enemies, especially the "sons of Zeruiah," causing him anxiety. Consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me; literally, my trouble (or, my affliction) from my haters. Vers. 17, 19, 20 show that the heathen are especially intended (see 2 Samuel 10:15-19). Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death; i.e. "Thou that continually (or, habitually) art my Support in the extremity of peril," "lifting me up" even from the very "gates of death." (For other mentions of "the gates of death," see Job 38:17; Psalm 107:18.) Classical writers speak of "the gates of darkness" ( σκότουπύλας) in almost the same sense (Eurip., 'Hec.,' 1. 1). O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit… Show mercy upon me, LORD JEHOVAH, and see my oppression by him who hates me, my Exalter from the gates of death. at the roots of the mountains. I went down to the land whose bars closed upon me forever; yet you brought up my life from the pit, O LORD my God. views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them. AppreciationHave mercy upon me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death: Have mercy upon me, O LORD; behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death; Have mercy on me and be gracious to me, O LORD; See how I am afflicted by those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death, I sank to the foundations of the mountains; the earth with its prison bars closed behind me forever! But You raised my life from the Pit, LORD my God! The sun’s light was growing stronger, and another look through his binoculars told Schumacher the embarrassing truth. The “unknown vessel” was PT-41. When the two boats met, Bulkeley dressed the young lieutenant down in no uncertain terms. If PT-32 had opened fire, all passengers and crew aboard PT-41 might have been killed.

Have mercy on me, O LORD! Consider my trouble from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death, Bolaji Lola Adebiyi is a woman with a humorous, youthful heart and a burning passion to share her miraculous story of God’s healing power with the entire world. I sank to the roots of the mountains; the earth's prison bars closed around me forever. Yet you resurrect the dead from the Pit, LORD my God!Lieutenant (j.g.) Bulkeley was given command of Motor Torpedo Boat Squadron 3, which consisted of PT-31, PT-32, PT-33, PT-34, PT-35, and Bulkeley’s flagship, PT-41. Squadron 3 boasted a compliment of 11 officers and 68 men. In general, each boat had a crew of two officers and 10 to 12 men. The PT-boats were of the latest design, 77-footers that came equipped with four 21-inch torpedo launchers and two pairs of 50-caliber machine guns in power turrets. By the late summer of 1941, it was clear that Japan and the United States were on a collision course. War was coming, though no one knew when, and there was a sense of urgency in the air. Bulkeley’s command was selected for rapid deployment in the Philippines, even though with six boats he had only half a squadron. The second half was supposed to follow later but never arrived because of Pearl Harbor. I thank my husband, Olabanji Bartholomew Adebiyi and thank my children, Joyce, Peace and Gracious, for standing by me throughout the time of my illness. You are the best thing that happened to me. You are more than anyone would wish for or will desire to have in life, and your perseverance and untiring support during my hospitalisation, I often marvel at how God blessed me with you all. I always thank God whenever I reflect on how much we have all grown to trust Jesus and build confidence in the power of faith and prayer. For one who is without faith, so long as he is in good health and comfortable circumstances, the fear of his own death hardly ever occurs to him as a matter of great and terrible significance. Yet such a person cannot escape the growing conviction through advancing years that death is for him the ultimate end beyond which nothingness lies. He must come to conclude in time that at the end he will become stiff, lifeless, cold … decay, decompose, and stink…. The deep promises contained in love, goodness, and beauty would be a lie. Earthly life would indeed be ‘a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.’ We can choose such a horrible death, of course; but who would want to choose it, and why?