Our logo has, as its centre piece, an ANCHOR.
When we first kicked off as a small fledgling group way back in 2003, we searched for a symbol which might reflect who we were and who we were serving …
The anchor had immediate appeal because –
1. it spoke of our “planting” in Sydney (the city has, as one of its design features, the symbol on its coat of arms.
2. it spoke of our hope in, and hope for, those we had come to live with and for
3. it spoke of that which “grounds”us in Jesus Christ: complete trust and confidence in the God of the Gospel Good News of which we strive to live and proclaim
The Scriptures likens Christian hope to –
“an anchor for the soul, both sure and firm…”
As I was looking through the Internet for an insight, I recently came across a hymn from the ‘archives of yesteryear’ which says it all : ‘We Have An Anchor’. A commentary was linked to the site and I share it with you, as follows:
“When beset by a storm, sailors in ancient times would lower the ship’s anchor. If the anchor took hold of the seabed, it would help the ship ride out the storm, away from dangerous reefs or shorelines. Similarly, the ‘sure and firm’ hope set out in the Bible can help us to keep our emotional, mental and spiritual equilibrium when stormy trials arise – as they undoubtedly will.”
From the Ames Hymn Collection, the lyrics were originally written in 1882 by Priscilla Jane Owens and the music by William James Kirkpatrick:
You Tube – Cleveland Baptist Church in Brooklyn, Ohio
We have an anchor that keeps the soul
Steadfast and sure while the billows roll
Fastened to the Rock which cannot move
Grounded firm and deep in the Saviour’s love.
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?
It is safely moored ‘twill the storm withstand
For ‘tis well secured by the Saviour’s hand
And the cables passed from his heart to mine
Can defy that blast, tho’ strength divine.
It will surely hold in the Straits of Fear
When the breakers have told that the reef is near;
Though the tempest rave and the wild winds blow
Not an angry wave shall our bark o’flow.
It will firmly hold in the Floods of Death –
When the waters cold, chill our latest breath
On the rising tide it can never fail
While our hopes abide within the veil.
When our eyes behold through the gath’ring night
The city of gold, our harbor bright,
We shall anchor fast by the heav’nly shore,
With the storms all past forevermore.