If you haven’t been in Tulsa the weekly forecast for the past two weeks is illustrated by the single picture above. I would love to visit Seattle and visit Mars Hill Church. I was curious about the weather as well, now I think I know what it’s like. When I walked out yesterday afternoon I was struck by something alien. What is this strange warmth tickling my skin? What are these colors? Why is quiet peace after the storm somehow more quite than the peace that preceded it? How is it that the bird’s songs seem sweeter? Do they sense the same things I do?
Hebrews is a category five hurricane for your soul. As it sweeps by it devastates the landscape. False hopes, strengths, and idols are decimated. False professors flee before it. Only those left tethered to the one true Anchor are left, and they are better for it.
I have found some of the deepest most abiding comfort in this precious book. It is true comfort. It is not built on the illusory; it is anchored in the deepest of realities, God Himself. I am so glad that peace does not come quickly or easily in this book. I am thankful for the storm and all it brought down. The storm was a mercy.
The same storm that wrecked my false securities also stirred the seas of God’s grace and peace and now they come crashing thunderously upon me. They are deep waves, mighty waves, surging waves. The Son is brighter now. Songs of praise spring forth spontaneously. The peace is deafening. Grace is crashing in.
No Other Boast 