IN TIMES LIKE THESE

                                          IN TIMES LIKE THESE

The piano couldn’t have been louder.  The strident chords tumbled down the keyboard like an earthquake as the choir rehearsed the tumultuous intro to Sunday’s hymn:
“And ye shall hear of wars and rumours of wars
And nation shall rise against nation
And kingdom against kingdom; (crash, boom, hands pounding the piano)
And there shall be famine, pestilences and earthquakes” – (sli –i-i-ide, boom, final resounding crash).

And then the gentle, refreshing song, now full of meaning, accompanied more softly:
In times like these, you need a Savior,
In times like these, you need an anchor;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the solid Rock.

This Rock is Jesus – yes, He’s the One.
This Rock is Jesus – the only One;
Be very sure, be very sure
Your anchor holds and grips the solid Rock.

The year that this happened was 1968.  I was a new Christian –no, not merely a churchgoer as I had been for years, but someone who had just joyfully entered into a very real relationship with the Lord, now knowing for certain that  I would go to Heaven when I died and could enjoy a life with Him right here and now.  The words from Matthew 24 of the Holy Bible, written so long ago and scarily pounded out in that intro, seem to be coming true in our world right now, don’t they?  Rather than cowering in fear, we can belong to Jesus and have peace.  He is as close as the whisper of His name.  He invites all to come to Him and rest.Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me.”  (John 14:6)

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