The Christian’s Anchor.
By A. Smith
WHEN Cyrus Field, on board the “Great Eastern,” was searching in mid-Atlantic for the lost “cable,” the grapple was lowered, and though lost to view in the deep waters, he knew by the trembling of the chain that it was accomplishing its work on the bottom of the sea. So the Christian mariner, on the tempestuous sea of life, knows “by the trembling of the chain” that his hope as an anchor is securely fixed in the sanctuary above. When the lost cable was recovered, its nerve was thrilled with electric fire and bade to go with a message of regard and inquiry to the home of his friends in distant America. In a few moments, from the deep sea, by way of Ireland, came the responsive congratulation, and the cheering, “All is well.” How like the Christian’s experience on the tempest-tossed sea of human life. The promises of God bind him to the throne in the jasper-walled city above; prayer thrills the connection, and the Spirit responds in whispers of peace.