By Heather Pizzolato
We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek.
There is something so profoundly comforting in knowing that I am anchored behind the veil. I have been given the divine revelation that I am anchored in many things, but it is the not in the tumultuous raging seas of this world. I am anchored in the depths of the love of Christ. I am anchored in the River. I am anchored in a different reality than what I would be experiencing had I not been translated into the Kingdom of God.
The anchor has been a major tool God has used in my life, even before my salvation and I knew it was the Lord. As a young child, my mother had decorated our home in a nautical theme, with lighthouses and anchors everywhere you looked. Later in life, my best friend chose anchors to be the theme for her child’s nursery and adopted the theme to carry in her own life. I even have a tattoo of an anchor on my arm. When I first got to Mary’s Song, the Lord showed me anchors everywhere I went. I could not go a day without seeing an anchor at least once. There is even a measuring cup in the cabinet at Mary’s Song that has an anchor with an H in the middle of the anchor. This is the season that the Lord showed me that I must stay anchored where He has placed me. He kept my feet firmly planted in the realm of the supernatural, and I am daily experiencing His benefits. I lack nothing because my God has kept me anchored in the midst of the storms.
Here are some notes on this Scripture from David W. Jones.
The Christian’s hope, as an anchor, will enable him safely to outride the storms. “Which hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast,” etc. Ebrard’s note seems to us both true and beautiful: “Two figures are here, not so much mixed as, in a very elegant manner, combined. The author might compare the world to a sea, the soul to a ship, the future still concealed glory to the covered bottom of the sea, the remote firm land stretching beneath the water and covered by the water. Or he might compare the present life upon earth to the forecourt, and the future blessedness to the heavenly sanctuary, which is still, as it were, concealed from us by a veil He has, however, combined the two figures. The soul, like a shipwrecked mariner, clings to an anchor, and sees not where the cable of the anchor runs to, where it is made fast; it knows, however, that it is firmly fixed behind the veil which conceals from it the future glory, and that if it only keeps fast hold of the anchor, it will, in due time, be drawn in with the anchor by a rescuing hand into the holiest of all.” This hope enables the Christian in deep distress to say, “Why art thou cast down, O my soul?” (Psalm 42:11). And in wildest storms it inspires him to sing, “God is our Refuge and Strength, a very present Help in trouble,” etc.
I may still be physically present in this world, but when my eyes are on Christ, I am anchored in a supernatural reality that far surpasses the woes of this fallen world. I am anchored in the reality that Jesus is Lord and I am destined to spend eternity basking in His glorious presence.