<TITLE>14. Par -</TITLE>L-22-2 An absolute, it makes you different. There's something about it to read His Word and... Something in your heart you long to be like Him. You're certain... It's like...
The absolute to the Christ... The absolute to the Christian is like the--it's--it's like the anchor in the ship. Yes, you--you got to have a absolute. And if Christ is your Absolute, it's like the anchor that when you... The sea is very rough, and the ship is about ready to sink, and you--only one hope you have is cast anchor. And then, if the ship is tossing (See?) if... The anchor will hold the ship. You know, we got a song (I forget the author's name now, but...) "My Anchor Holds."

L-22-4 Like the little boy, we've many times thought, flying the kite. You couldn't see nothing, but he had the string. And a man passed by and said, "What are you doing, Sonny?"
He said, "I'm flying my kite."
He said, "What you got in your hand?"
He said, "The string."
Said, "Where's the kite?" Said, "I don't see it. Well, how do you know you're flying a kite?"
He said, "I can feel it; it's a-tugging." See? At the end of that string there was an absolute. To his little way, that kite was his absolute, so he could say he was flying a kite; though he couldn't see it, but he had ahold something that had ahold of it. That's the way a man, when he's borned again of the Holy Spirit, he's got ahold of Something that's got an anchor out yonder; and the storms doesn't shake him. He knows he's all right; he's anchored. All right.

L-22-6 Now, if we are in our little bark, floating across life's solemn main... As the great poet said that:
Life is not an empty dream!
And the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! And life is earnest!
And its grave is not its goal;
"For dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.
Oh, I think that's so pretty. Now, Longfellow wrote that "Psalm Of Life." See?
While sailing over life's solemn main,
For forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
In seeing, shall take heart again. (See?)

L-23-2 Now, we're embarked, sailing life's solemn main; and Christ, to the ship upon the storms of time... When the storms get heavy and they're pitching about, I'm glad I got a Anchor that holds within the veil yonder, somewhere; even death itself cannot pluck you away from it. You are tied to your Absolute. Christ is our Anchor. What is He? He is the Word.
In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us...

L-23-4 Then when we know that our actions is exactly with the Word, we know our teaching is perfect with the Word, adding nothing or taking nothing, just the Word; and we see the same results that others who anchored to the same Word living up in our life, then your anchor holds. The Life of Christ being reproduced in almost an incarnate way through you as it was in Christ, because it was God in Christ reconciling the world to Himself. And you see God in yourself holding that same keel on the Word, just exactly the way Jesus did, and you see His Life...
"The works that I do shall you do also. He that believeth... (Not him that maketh believe, he that thinks he believes, but he that believeth) He that believeth on Me, the works that I do shall he also." Why? He's anchored to the same Rock. What was the Rock? The Word, always. You're anchored there.


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