Anchored In Christ!
"This hope we have as an anchor of the soul,
both sure and steadfast, and which enters
the Presence behind the veil."
Hebrews 6: 19
During World War II, HMS Neptune hit an Italian minefield
off Tripoli on December 19, 1941. Lost were 764 British and
New Zealand sailors and crew. Only one man survived.
He was twenty-year-old Norman Walton, and he escaped by clambering
down the chain of the ship’s anchor and grabbing onto a floating raft.
He was captured by an Italian ship and spent the next fifteen
months
as prisoner of war. He had no idea he was the one-and-only survivor.
When told, he didn’t believe it. It took a long time to accept.
There's a lesson in that tragedy. We must stay near
the anchor that stabilizes our lives, ready to grip it
tightly when the winds and fires come.
We can’t sink when we are holding to the anchor, and we
can’t be lost when gripping it. When we anchor ourselves
in Christ, our faith cannot be shaken.
Our anchor isn’t cast downward in the water but upward
into the sky, and one day it will carry us upward, toward
the Rock of our Salvation.
"I’ve an anchor safe and sure,
That can ever more endure.
And it holds, my anchor holds!"
William C. Martin, “My Anchor Holds"
