Against all hope, Abraham in hope believed.
—Romans 4:18
I was in my mid-twenties when I pulled into a scenic turnout on the California coast. I was fascinated by a small boat riding an angry ocean a hundred or so yards offshore. Joining a few others who seemed equally captivated, I asked, “Is that boat going to sink?”
A leathery-faced old salt in the group wiped a dribble of tobacco juice from his chin with the back of his suntanned hand and said, “Nah, son, she’ll hold her own. She’s at anchor.”
Hebrews 6:19 assures us that we have hope “as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul.”
There are seasons in your life when problems of hurricane velocity hammer you. But if you have hope as your anchor, you will safely ride out the storms.
Hope is the crack through which the light gets in.