Hope on the Internet

{Guest Post by Chara Donahue}


 

The storm was raging when I felt the tug of an anchor I had long been drifting away from. I have always been a dreamer, pulled to passion, and willing to dive into deep waters —to my own detriment. When I was younger I had yet to learn the beauty of dreams , passion, and wonder, submitted and thriving under the protection of the greatest love ever known.

Instead I chased worth and love as feeling instead of fact. Then I discovered the treasure, that in Christ those two things are forged together in the embers of His own glorious passion to create the key to freedom, healing, and everlasting hope. None of it rests on me; He carries it all. He gives me worth. He is love and I am His.

The things I had desperately longed for and foolishly sought elsewhere were there in the arms of my Jesus. They had always been available, they were mine the moment I was His, but I had settled for less, given into instant gratification, and held tightly to things of which I knew it was wiser to let go. Yet, in all the drama, chaos, and darkness of the world there was an ever-present undercurrent beacon of light and life, from the God incarnate, as sympathizer and rescuer. I would hear it whispering in the wind :

Hope

Hope

Hope

There is more than the storm. The anchor holds even when I toss. As the five-year-old pulling away from the town her daddy lived in, as a 15 year-old desperate to feel all the feels, and as the 19 year-old who threw her whole self at the soul of another in attempts to find healing, only to find that as he threw himself back at her they broke against one another.

Then I heard clearly. I stepped out of the boat of my own strength, shame, and striving and surrendered. I answered the call beckoning me in my brokenness.

Follow Me

Follow Me

Follow Me

A greater adventure was being written. The narratives I had tried to author were nothing compared to the life the Lord has led me into. I found myself softening and becoming more teachable. One of the most valuable things I learned was that I didn’t have enough time, or enough heart, to learn all the life lessons myself. I needed the wisdom of others.

“Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly, teaching and admonishing one another in all wisdom, singing psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, with thankfulness in your hearts to God.”       ~ Colossians 3:16

I have found this principle to be life-giving within the church, in my friends, and throughout the internet as people weave together precarious words with curiosity. Everyone has a story that matters, but not everyone has a person to listen, or a place to tell it.

This is why I started the blog Anchored Voices. I wanted to give people a place to tell their story. A space for those who would never start or keep up with a blog, to tell the story that needed to be told. Stories in which people share how Jesus met them when hope felt like a myth. An online sanctuary where people could ask questions and be met with stories that broke the chains of the isolation suffering can lure us into. Stories ready to read at anytime of any day, that point to Jesus — the bringer of the hope that will not disappoint. Hope that anchors the soul, because as Precariosities founder Kelly McAvoy says,” You’ve got to be rooted in something, or everything will uproot you.” 

Those who were once hopeless are using the web as an altar where we offer our words of worship to a good God with prayers that they will meet those walking similar paths. Words and prayers reaching out to the excluded, the depressed, and the hiding, who may be afraid to leave the home or risk the vulnerability required by asking for help.

An online presence that represents Jesus well is needed in a fallen world that is filled with horrors and pride. The internet is used to traffic children, push pornography, and facilitate premeditated adultery, but there are also those of us who want to publish light for those who need it. People like those here at Precariosities and at Anchored Voices, who want to say come just as you are. We too, don’t have all the answers, but we are willing to ask the scary, hard, and pressing questions. We are willing to be seen by a God that is not afraid of any tempest, gale, or whirlwind of emotion or circumstance.

Here we are, out in the wild west of web ministry hoping that you, the reader, will know you are loved, that faith is a real, active, and a dynamic thing.  It is better to lean in than to run away. Pull out into the deep waters, let go of seemingly safe harbors that will crush you when the tide rises, and let the anchor keep you safe. We put this good news out there as a part of our role as a piece of the 21st century church hoping it meets you in the ways Paul’s letters reached the 1st century church. With grace, peace, and that you leave our pages feeling less alone because you know there are others saying, “Me too,” and a voice of hope reminding you of truth.

You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone

You Are Not Alone

 


 

 

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Chara can often be found with her nose in a book and coffee in hand. She enjoys freelance writing, Biblical counseling, and speaking to women when her four kids are out playing with dad. She holds a MSEd from Corban University and is passionate about seeing people set free through God’s truths. She longs to be a voice that says, “Hey we are in this together, and there is room for us all.” You can find more from Chara at her blog Anchored Voices, on Facebook, and Twitter.
Click here to read her published writing in Venn Magazine.
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