Elmshaven Blog

The Tie that Bind s “In times like these” starts the gospel song, “we need a Savior. In times like these we need an anchor.” Ruth Caye Jones, a pastor's wife living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, read the newspaper headlines with a feeling of despair. The year 1943 saw Allied troops in Europe struggling, hardships multiplying at home as well as the war zone, and ration cards a way of life. Turning to her Bible, Ruth Jones read II Timothy 3:1, “But know this, that in the last days perilous times will come.” Thinking of these words, plus those of Hebrews 6:19, “This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, both sure and steadfast....”, she began to jot down words on a piece of paper from her apron pocket. In times like these we need a Savior; In times like these we need an anchor. Be very sure, be very sure Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! This Rock is Jesus, yes, He's the One. This Rock is Jesus, the only One!Be very sure, be very sure Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! In times like these we need the Bible. In times like these O be not idle. Be very sure, be very sure Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! This Rock is Jesus, the One. This Rock is Jesus, God's only Son! Be very sure, be very sure Your anchor holds and grips the Solid Rock! Chimes from the old clock on the mantel prompted a simple tune. And a beloved gospel song of comfort and cheer emerged. These times of 2020 are no less troublesome than those of 1943. But the reassurance of God's Word reflected in this gospel hymn reminds us of our Anchor, our Solid Rock. Only weeks ago, a small group of Seventh-day Adventist believers met on the lawn of Elmshaven to celebrate the Lord's Supper. Sundown on Sabbath evening found these Christians, hungry for fellowship, participating in this solemn event together. They met under COVID restrictions, undaunted by masks and distancing, grateful to worship together for this remembrance of the Lord Jesus. Elmshaven, a special home built in the late 1800's, named by it's owner, Mrs. Ellen G. White, provided a haven for her to rest and write beneath the elm trees. Here Mrs. White spent the last 15 years of her singularly productive life