A COMMITMENT TO PERMANENT
I have always been a play it safe kind of girl. I was never the first to jump off a cliff into the lake or to get in line to sky dive. I don’t line up to eat “delicacies” otherwise knowns as intestines. I suppose in many ways I am a rule follower with an occasional rebellious side.
These said slightly rebellious ways came out this past week in Oregon. In a well thought through plan, yet very last minute decision, I headed straight into a tattoo parlor and stamped something on my arm that will never leave. An anchor in fact. I suppose the significance is not lost on me.
For several years I have come back to my favorite verse in the Bible,
Hebrews 6:19, “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain.”
Interestingly enough I have been asked to join a Bible Study on the book of Hebrews this past six weeks. I doubt this is coincidence.
I don’t claim to be a Bible scholar, but I do love the Word of God. This verse has come to me in many times in many different ways in the past few years. The context is that the author of this passage is talking about Abraham and how he was promised many descendants despite his circumstances. Mostly the fact that he was well beyond his child bearing years. It is a tie between the Old Testament and the New. The old ways of following laws, and the new ways that Jesus crushed when he died on the cross for our sins. It is a testimony of works based religion met with new hope through Jesus. The fulfillment of a plan that was greater than any man could have ever imagined. The Bible is packed full of stories just like this.
If you know me, you know I love ideas. I love dreaming and talking. But often I have no follow through. Those are hard words to type. One out of ever 20 ideas might get an action. And many times that is good. But in this case, I have always known that someday this would happen. That I may actually stamp something on my body that I felt strongly about. But it would take the right timing. And that is exactly what happened.
Four years of my talking and fifteen minutes of an artist’s work later, I have something on my arm that I see several times a day. It reminds me that when Jesus died for us, that he abolished the law and replaced it with things like love, grace and mercy. He knew there was a better way to live. Hope can be a tricky concept. It can imply that you are not quite where you want to be. But there is beauty in that. Because if we have hope, we place our faith in the One who can deliver. And hope leads to a joy that can only be found in Christ.
I have felt strongly enough about this for four years to make a commitment to permanent. My greater choice will be living it out. Actually believing it enough to change the way I live. That can be the hardest part of our faith, right?
My greatest hope in life is that I can share this hope I feel so strongly about. My greatest fear is that I will shrink back. Play it safe. Fail to pray. Be scared to ask. But in what took fifteen minutes will last a lifetime. And what it represents I can only imagine will serve as a daily reminder. That no mater what, we will always have hope. That we can be people who live like it. That the Gospel is real and it is our job to live like it.
What is your daily reminder to live out your faith? What fears do you have that are holding you back? What is one thing that could be holding you back? I would love to travel with you as we navigate life!