Hush Harbor

Do you need to enter your own hush harbor? I sure do!

Do you ever read something and it jumps right off the page? Something that captures your imagination and your curiosity? Something that resonates with a longing of your own and you want to drink in all it’s offering? C.S. Lewis wrote that “we read to know we’re not alone.” Isn’t that true?

I just read a story* that is continuing to captivate my mind. A story that connects no where in my life yet offers an image I will hold on to. It is an account of slaves in the deep south during the mid 1800’s. It illustrates how they experienced God with them by anchoring themselves in Hope. 

Every Sunday they were forced to go to church to hear the same preaching over and over again:  “obey your masters and do not  lie or steal!” There would be an overseer to make sure the preacher said what the master wanted his slaves to hear and obey. 

How did they keep their hope alive? Where did all those powerful spirituals come from if that was their church? How did hope anchor them when their daily lives were lived in severe oppression? How were they able to grow in this hope without the luxury of Bible Study and grounded teaching? Or beautifully crafted worship songs or hymns?

It was not uncommon for slaves to sneak into the woods, or thickets, or swamps at night. A place where they could freely express their soul desire to connect with God. To cry out for freedom and receive assurance of His presence with them. Huddling together, speaking in hushed tones, they would have their own worship service with a whispered sermon and singing. This time/place was called HUSH HARBOR. In this harbor, they were assured that God was with them. God was with them in the undefined spaces. God is with us in ours. 

Hush harbors gave the slaves a place to cultivate hope as they waited for deliverance. One slave, named Jacob, explains that he made it a habit (practice) to stop three times a day, rest quietly, and enter his own hush harbor to recenter himself with God. His own invisible refuge. A place to remember that hope lies in the unseen (Hebrews 11:1).At great risk, Jacob would literally fall on his knees three times a day and pray. One day his cruel master named Saunders, pointed a gun to his head and told him to get back to work and stop praying. Jacob finished his prayer and invited Saunders to pull the trigger. “Your loss will be my gain…the body belongs to you, but my soul belongs to Jesus.” Saunders was so shaken by Jacob’s strength he never bothered him again. 

Jacob experienced the hope of God in the midst of hopeless and extremely vulnerable circumstances. Hebrews 6:18 says, “we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. It leads us through the curtain into God’s inner sanctuary.” 

Listen to the experiential language here:

 Fled. Great confidence. Hold to the hope. Strong. Trustworthy anchor. 

Because Jacob had fled to Refuge again and again, he experienced great confidence as he held to the hope laid before him. He didn't have to decide what to do in that moment, he honestly responded from his heart.

Great confidence is not something we decide to have. It’s not an outcome of the right information or a sanguine personality. It is a fruit of belonging to Jesus. It’s cultivated through hush harbors of our own. Times when we intentionally engage in the Presence of God and experience the Trinity beyond words. Hope is a product of relationship. An outcome of dwelling in God our refuge (Jesus called it abiding). A few intentional moments throughout the day when we aren’t telling God what to do, but mindfully drawing near to our closest Friend. Touch points that ground our souls with hope as our anchor.  Jacob’s strong anchor held him steady in that moment because his soul was nourished in the inner sanctuary of God. Refuge. 

These focused moments of rest from whatever’s happening around us and inside of us give us opportunity to give thanks and to celebrate God’s grace throughout the day. They also anchor us when we are exhausted, scared, crushed, despairing, or confused. When we’re out of answers and out of words. When we’re out of suggestions for how it should go. When we’re vulnerable. At this very edge, we’re invited to go beyond the curtain (what we can see)  and into the presence of God. The inner sanctuary. Fleeing to our Refuge. Our own hush harbor. There's no right or wrong way to enter. Hope leads us. We come as refugees in whatever shape we're in.

Breath prayer** is one practice that helps me pull into the shore of my hush harbor and re-center my soul throughout the day (and often in the night). Whether it’s a day full of little waves or a time of great turbulence, we  always have access to this safe harbor because Jesus welcomes us there. What helps you anchor in? Do you need to enter and rest in Hush Harbor? Will you let hope lead you?

**You’ll find breath prayers I’ve shared posted on facebook and instagram under gracecabalka

P.S. I don't even begin to imagine I can relate to anything the slaves endured. I just know I often feel overwhelmed by life and overcrowded by noise and stress. I need to practice rest and this story gives such a beautiful testimony of hush harbor. Can you relate? Thanks so much for reading today!

1. *with by Skye Jethani, pgs.153-155