Saturday, July 17, 2010
A Sunday soon after that in Silent Meeting, at the gathering over the mound, I shared my leadings about anchors. Afterwards an elderly lady who attends there said that it reminded her of an old song about being anchored in Jesus. Today she brought me a print of this song, titled, We Have an Anchor. She found it in an old hymnbook. I didn’t have time to read it before it was time for the quiet so I stuffed the paper into my purse and we entered the silence.
Five minutes into trying to clear our minds we heard someone come softly into the front door of the huge old house that the meeting is held in. There are many offices in the big, rambling two-story building. The Friends gathering is in one small back office, (our hypnotist’s office). The others kept on being quiet as I fought the urge to go and make sure that someone was not looking for us. I hated to disturb meeting if it was just people going some place else but the promptings prevailed, I got up, weaved through the circle and went out of the room as quietly as I could.
As I got to the end of the long hallway and looked to see who was going up the stairs I wished that I had listened to my own intuition sooner because I found the Rev. whose church we had been in with the anchors on the windows, going the wrong way and dragging her bad leg up those steep stairs.
I caught her before she went up too far. She told me that since she had known that we were going to be hosting the meeting that day she decided to pop in and visit us as we have visited her. I lead her back to the meeting room and we settled in with the rest of the group, who had kept the silence.
After some long deep breathing and attempts to abandon thoughts, I visualized Jesus. As he often is during meeting he stood waiting for me by a huge rock, a rock bigger then himself. I had always wondered what the rock represented and so this day I asked him and his reply was, “ I AM the Rock,”
I didn’t speak of this out loud but kept it to myself and meditated upon it. “The rock was always there, stood its ground. I flutter around like a butterfly but the rock is always in the same place and always in the same position. All that the butterfly has to do is to return to the rock and it will be there.
The other Friends and I shared a few things,
I loved the Rev’s discovery and comment at her first Quaker meeting,
“ It is good to be a human BE-ing instead of a human DO-ing.”
Soon the quiet time was over.
During the following forum among other conversations we read the anchor hymn and this part made me smile. It explained what Jesus had just brought to me.
“ Fastened to the Rock which can-not move, Ground-ed firm and deep in the Savior’s
“ We Have an Anchor
Will your anchor hold in the storms of life,
When the clouds unfold their wings of strife?
When the strong tides lift and the cables strain,
Will your anchor drift or firm remain?
We have an anchor that keeps the soul.
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move,
Ground-ed firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
It is safe-ly moored, `twill the storm with-stand,
For `tis well-secured by the Savior’s hand.
Tho’ the temp-pest rage and the wild winds blow,
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’er flow.
We have an anchor that keeps the soul. Steadfast and sure while the billows roll,
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, Ground-ed firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
When our eyes be-hold thro’ the gath-‘ring night The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall an-chor fast by the heav’n-ly shore, With the storms all past for-ever-more.
We have an anchor that keeps the soul. Steadfast and sure while the billows roll, Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, Ground-ed firm and deep in the Savior’s love.
Words Pricilla J. Owens 1882
Music William Kirkpatrick, 1882
Hebrews 6;19 We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.