3,000 Pounds of Hope

We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.

Hebrews 6:19a (NIV)

I bought a journal the other day that says “Hope is an Anchor” across the front (I know, I know. I’m a cheesy Christian girl. Don’t judge me).

So I began to think about the fact that anchors are big.

REALLY BIG.

Seeing as I have little to no knowledge of anchors, it seemed wise to do a bit of research on them. So I did what any other savvy, millennial blogger would do.

I googled them.

Yes. I actually googled them (Now you can judge me).

According to an article published by USA Today, a very large anchor was discovered four years ago by a team of archaeologists off the coast of North Carolina.

But this was not just any old anchor (Well, it was old, anyway).

This was Blackbeard’s anchor.

That’s right, that scary pirate guy who lit his own facial hair on fire to terrify anyone who dared stand in his way.

So, this anchor was a pretty big deal.

Thought to be one of the anchors used by Blackbeard on his ship, the “Queen Anne’s Revenge,” the anchor weighs in at a whopping 3,000 pounds, is more than 11 feet long, and has “arms” that are more than 7 feet across.

That thing is bigger than Goliath, people.

So now as I think again about hope being an anchor, I realize that hope is not wimpy wishful thinking.

Hope is grounded in God’s reality. It is solid. It is immovable. It is unseen yet it is even more sure than any 3,000 pound man-made anchor.

WOW.

What a completely humbling thought.

Considering the fact that I am no theologian, I was curious to see what my dear friend Matthew Henry had to say about Hebrews 6:19 (Note: Henry has been dead for many years and I never actually had the pleasure of making his acquaintance. But nevertheless, I still consider him a friend. We literary types tend to do that).

We are in this world as a ship at sea, liable to be tossed up and down, and in danger of being cast away. Our souls are the vessels. The comforts, expectations, graces, and happiness of our souls are the precious cargo with which these vessels are loaded. Heaven is the harbour to which we sail. The temptations, persecutions, and afflictions that we encounter, are the winds and waves that threaten our shipwreck. We have need of an anchor to keep us sure and steady, or we are in continual danger. Gospel hope is our anchor; as in our day of battle it is our helmet, so in our stormy passage through this world it is our anchor. It is sure and steadfast, or else it could not keep us so. First, it is sure in its own nature; for it is the special work of God in the soul. It is a good hope through grace; it is not a flattering hope made out of the spider’s web, but it is a true work of God, it is a strong and substantial thing. Secondly, it is steadfast as to its object; it is an anchor that has taken good hold, it enters that which is within the veil; it is an anchor that is cast upon the rock, the Rock of ages. It does not seek to fasten in the sands, but enters within the veil, and fixes there upon Christ; he is the object, he is the anchor—hold of the believer’s hope. As an unseen glory within the veil is what the believer is hoping for, so an unseen Jesus within the veil is the foundation of his hope; the free grace of God, the merits and mediation of Christ, and the powerful influences of his Spirit, are the grounds of his hope, and so it is a steadfast hope. Jesus Christ is the object and ground of the believer’s hope, and so it is a steadfast hope.

Matthew Henry

I couldn’t have said it better myself.

I am thankful for my Savior who continues to blow my mind with His truth. He is my hope. He is my anchor. And He will never be moved.

Before I sign off, I must leave you with one last quote from a familiar, time-worn hymn.

Just as I am//Though toss’d about//With many a conflict//Many a doubt//Fightings and fears within, without//O Lamb of God, I come!

-“Just As I Am,” Charlotte Elliott

Come to Him. You have 3,000 pounds of hope at your disposal.

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Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

In honor of St. Patrick of Ireland, I am reposting a prayer that is frequently attributed to him (at least parts of it).

Footprints

As I arise today,
may the strength of God pilot me,
the power of God uphold me,
the wisdom of God guide me.
May the eye of God look before me,
the ear of God hear me,
the word of God speak for me.
May the hand of God protect me,
the way of God lie before me,
the shield of God defend me,
the host of God save me.
May Christ shield me today.
Christ with me, Christ before me,
Christ behind me,
Christ in me, Christ beneath me,
Christ above me,
Christ on my right, Christ on my left,
Christ when I lie down, Christ when I sit,
Christ when I stand,
Christ in the heart of everyone who thinks of me,
Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
Christ in every eye that sees me,
Christ in every ear that hears me.
Amen.

(Thanks to: http://www.catholic.org/prayers/prayer.php?p=3290 for this text!)

So…yeah. I started a blog.

Ummm…hi.

Yes, you there, on the other side of that fancy technological device.

This is a little bit weird.

Nice to meet you…?

*Insert virtual handshake here*

Yes. I started a blog.

Why, do you ask? Or maybe you didn’t ask. But you’re sitting here reading this anyway, so I might as well tell you.

I’m stuck.

I’m a landlocked beach bum with a seafaring soul.

OK, landlocked might be a stretch. But the closest beach is three hours away. So there.

I feel like I belong at the beach. It’s my home away from home. The call of the sea and all of that.

I’m living in one place and longing for another.

Which is, apparently, not so uncommon, this longing for another place.

Check out this passage from my favorite New Testament book, Hebrews:

All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and strangers on earth. People who say such things show that they are looking for a country of their own. If they had been thinking of the country they had left, they would have had opportunity to return. Instead, they were longing for a better country—a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared a city for them. (Hebrews 11:13-16)

While the beach is an amazing place (and some might even argue, God’s country), it cannot even come close to the country, the heavenly city that God has prepared for those that love Him.

So, I’m a landlocked beach bum with a seafaring soul. A renewed spirit living in a corrupted, fleshly body, ultimately longing for the day that I am reunited with my Savior in a glory so magnificent that I can’t even comprehend it.

Like the beach. But infinitely better.

Welcome to the voyage.

Sail on (metaphorically, of course, unless you are actually aboard a seafaring vessel at the moment, to which I must say that I am very impressed that you are sailing and reading a blog at the same time).

-A Seafaring Soul