My Anchor Holds

These are dark weeks, days and nights, hours and minutes. It is hard to see the light, any light. I know many of my posts reflect the reality of this darkness, most often in an effort to bring awareness to the unaware and those living in willful ignorance.


Even when the despair is pressing in with a heaviness that is hard to describe with words, I hold onto a great hope. This hope actually fuels my work for racial justice. While I am struggling to process deadly injustice over and over again, this hope holds me up when I have nothing left. This hope transcends and explains the darkness in the most compelling and powerful way.

My hope is the person, life, words, works, death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.

That is where and why my anchor holds. If you don’t know, you should investigate for yourself. I recommend the Gospel of John as a good place to start, but the whole Bible points to Christ and the ultimate hope I find in him. Here are just a few verses that have been giving me life today:

“When my heart is overwhelmed: lead me to the Rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2
“Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer.” ‭‭Romans‬ ‭12:12‬ ‭
“Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the Lord.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭31:24‬ ‭
“The Lord works righteousness and justice for all the oppressed.” ‭‭Psalm‬ ‭103:6‬ ‭

More to come….

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