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The Anchor Holds

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In  the lovely 2020 Daily Planner my husband purchased for me (from Discovery House Publishers), on the first day of the new year, I wrote:  "I want to love from a pure heart, the Holy Spirit being my Great Teacher, the cleansing Blood of Christ renewing me daily."



"How much more shall the blood of Christ,
who through the eternal Spirit offered Himself

without spot to God, purge your Conscience
from dead works to serve the living God?"
(Hebrews 9:14)

Give this some thought today:  we do righteously because we have been made righteous by faith under Grace (Romans 3:24-28). Read this if you have a few moments and let it sink in. Now you can make it your own.

My moral anchor is my Conscience. I want to be careful through the power of the Holy Spirit to let no unpleasant behavior come in, taking care in 2020 lest I shipwreck my good Conscience! That is a factor, of course, something to be cautious about day after day.  "Holding faith, and a good conscience; which some having put away concerning faith have made shipwreck..." (I Timothy 1:19).

We hear often, if not more times than once daily, of a marriage that has hit the bricks. I'm not talking about just a little spat where one or the other comes up with a black eye. But just throwing in the towel on days, months, years of trying to make it. And then … shipwreck. And more than just the Conscience is hurt.

My husband is an amazing man. Sometimes he surprises me, but not too often. I know him, inside and out. If ever there were a description of "soulmate" it would be the two of us. We were having a discussion (I'm sure deep-rooted and substantive!) today as we sat at our kitchen counter having lunch. We were talking about Heaven and who we want to see. When he talks about Heaven, he always wants to see Charlie and Clytie.  Those of you who know us know that is my Mother and Daddy. He gets emotional when he speaks of them. He says he misses them more than I do. He knows that is impossible, but it's okay if he says it. It blesses me, anyway. Then we began to talk about how we will be in Heaven. My husband, the Bible scholar, apologist, exegeter with the deepest of thought, teacher-preacher... does not love to embrace the principle that we will not be married in Heaven. He does not think that we will pass each other and shake hands. And then he said, "I just want to hang out with you forever in Heaven." Well, of course I reached for the Kleenex box. I would to God that every married person loved each other as we do.

How do we do this? We hang out together here, this side of Eternity. I thought of the Scripture that says, "...let us hold fast the confession of our faith without wavering; (for He is faithful that promised;) and let us consider one another unto love and to good works: … exhorting one another: so much the more, as ye see the day approaching."  What day approaching? That day when we will safely arrive at our Heavenly Home where we will be together forever.                                      

My goal is simple, biblical, and crucial. Just following the Savior, the Pilot of my Ship, and I'm so glad "The Anchor Holds and Grips the Solid Rock!"


Jane Bennett Gaddy
March 1, 2020

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