|This hope we have|
|as an anchor|
|of the soul|
|both sure and steadfast|
|which enters within the veil|
|where Jesus has entered|
|as a forerunner|
|having become a high priest|
Oh, yeah, my Grammar Divas are giving me the “golf clap.” I diagrammed Hebrews 6:19-20.
But it also looks a little like algebra:
Hope — Anchor — Steadfast — Near to God — Jesus — Priest = FOREVER
Jesus is the Anchor set in God’s presence, and to Him I’m solidly tethered. I get to be here because His death paid for my sins.
Evidently, the rope is wound tightly; I never drift very far. I’m a big momma, and fat floats. To my Mateys I must look like a round, pink buoy—bobbing up and down. Ha! But the ratio must be like 1,000 to 1: I’m not goin’ anywhere.
On occasion, the wind and waves—even a few sea serpents—have attempted to untie me. But here I remain. It seems I am not tied to a floating dock; it must be a Very Big Stone.
Once in awhile, I make the mistake of trying to dog-paddle away from the mooring. I’m learning that this is a very good way to end up in a torrential downpour at high tide—taking on water. God tosses me a life preserver and I hang on for dear life, gasping for air–finally landing in a pile of seaweed.
Unpleasant as I find those excursions, each of them has embedded my anchor deeper into the Seabed. And it’s at those times that I again study the Charts from my Captain, and redirect my vessel to a safer course.
So, let’s tie this up (pardon the pun): Praise God for a Steadfast Hope! In God’s presence! Because of Jesus our Forerunner! FOREVER!