Anchored

My first tattoo recently got a makeover. After a decade the ink was looking a bit shabby. My decision wasn't solely based on aesthetic reasons though. I in no way wanted to "cover up" the cross or its significance. In fact I wanted to emphasize it.

Throughout the years I've watched a number of Christ followers walk away from faith. It has often puzzled me why a person who held so tightly to the Lord would turn away from Him. The more I pondered, the clearer it became that these individuals were not anchored in Him. When struggles came up or personal gratification enticed them, they drifted away. They abandoned the One they had once believed was the source of abundant life. Scripture plainly states that, "to their loss they are crucifying the Son of God all over again and subjecting Him to public disgrace". (Hebrews 6:6)   Such a disheartening scenario.

Situations in life will always try to pull us away from what is most important. As result our devotion will either grow deeper or grow weaker. During the past decade I've wandered spiritual wastelands as physical disease has afflicted my body. While being poked and prodded, gutted and gagged, stitched and stapled, it was God's promises that have kept me anchored in truth. 

"We have this hope [Jesus] as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure." -Hebrews 6:19

Saints Out Of Sailors by Flannel Graph

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