As a child, my parents often worked long hours at the Christian radio station they founded. Late at night when we were still waiting to go home, the Haven of Rest program would air on the loudspeakers in the office ceiling. It started with the sound of a ship's bell. The announcer would say in his best radio voice, "Eight bells, and all is well...", and the quartet would begin to sing. "I've anchored my soul, in the haven of rest, I'll sail the wild seas no more. The tempest may sweep, o'er the wild, stormy deep. In Jesus, I'm safe evermore."
Eight bells meant the end of a watch for a sailor. As believers we watch the world around us in increasing turmoil. We look to leaders who end up betraying us at every turn. Those who don't, end up betrayed by others. "Truth forever on the scaffold, and wrong forever on the throne", as James Russell Lowell put it. The seas are wild, and getting worse.
A believer looks on the churning waves and is tempted to doubt, but we have something the world cannot have. We have the Master of the waves on board, the one who said to the wind and the waves, "Peace! Be still." And they obeyed.
Our Lord, unlike so many political leaders today, will not betray us. Our souls are safe when they are hid in Christ. This is the peace that passes all human understanding. This is our anchor, our soul's harbor.
This site is being built by my son. It is in progress. As Big Tech censorship of viewpoints continues apace, I thought maybe this could be a place of rest for friends weary of the constant warfare in the political realm. We are at war, but our Savior himself counseled his disciples to, "Come away and rest." Even Jesus did this, in the middle of the turmoil of his day.
If Big Tech censors, let it be because of the name of Jesus, not some political meme I posted. Until we are deleted in this world of digital communication, let it be known that in this dark, wild storm in our world, we have a safe place, near to the heart of God, where no enemies can harm us. As we watch through the night, like the sailors of old, the bell can toll in the night, and we can say, with joy, "All's well."
*The Storm on the Sea of Galilee, Rembrandt 1632
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