Our anchor

That by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, we might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the hope set before us: Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast, and which entereth into that within the veil - Hebrews 6:18-19

 These are troubled and tumultuous times. Every news bulletin brings more craziness. Between Covid and politics it is hard to know what is coming next. Stability is the last thing we think about in these times.

 But that’s just the way it is, isn’t it? There never has been any stability. There is no stability. There never will be any stability in this present world. It’s a slippery road with all kinds of pitfalls.

 Everyone would love to have something to anchor to.

 Ships use anchors to keep them stable during storms. Climbers use anchors for security on the mountain. We use anchors to secure things in place.

 Greater than all that though is that our in Jesus Christ is the anchor of our souls.

 But actually, I don’t think I can say it any better than the great old hymn.

 

1. Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
   When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
   When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
   Will your anchor drift, or firm remain?

o   Refrain:
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love.

2. It is safely moored, ’twill the storm withstand,
   For ’tis well secured by the Savior’s hand;
   And the cables, passed from His heart to mine,
   Can defy that blast, through strength divine.
3. It will surely hold in the straits of fear,
   When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
   Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow,
   Not an angry wave shall our bark o’erflow.
4. It will firmly hold in the floods of death,
   When the waters cold chill our latest breath;
   On the rising tide it can never fail,
   While our hopes abide within the Veil.
5. When our eyes behold through the gath’ring night
   The city of gold, our harbor bright,
   We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
   With the storms all past forevermore.