In Every High and Stormy Gale

When darkness seems to hide His face, I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale, My anchor holds within the veil.
On Christ the solid Rock I stand, All other ground is sinking sand. All other ground is sinking sand.

The hymn writer, Edward Mote (1797-1874), was a cabinet maker from England. Like you and I, beloved, I doubt that Mr. Mote ever saw the Lord Jesus face to face. But I am sure that, like us, his spirit soared whenever he read these words.

The Apostle Thomas, was one of only twelve men in the history of the world privileged to spend several years with the God of Creation as He traveled the dusty roads of Israel. Day by day, he watched Jesus raise the dead, heal the sick, cast out demons, teach the truth, feed the masses, rebuke the religious leaders. And yet, Thomas doubted that Jesus had been raised from the dead.

In the 20th chapter of John's Gospel, Thomas is in a house with some disciples. The doors are locked in fear of the authorities. Jesus appears. "Thomas, put your finger here; see my hands. Reach out your hand and put it into my side. Stop doubting and believe."

The Lord's words to Thomas are really a message for you and I beloved. "Because you have seen me, you have believed; blessed are those who have not seen and yet have believed."

Dear saints of God most High, thank you for your continuing prayers and hard work on Valerie's behalf. I can say with certainty that the Lord accepts them all as acts of worship. Your tears are not forgotten beloved. May He continue to strengthen and encourage you. May the knowledge of Him be yours in abundance.

And now unto Him who is able to do immeasurably more that all we ask or imagine, to Him be glory now and forever more.