Reading Hebrews 6 with Phoebe today, and we read this verse:
“We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain, where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf.” – Hebrews 6:19-20b
It’s a wonderful picture of assurance, but it also never fails to remind me of my gap year before uni, which I spent working for a church in Irvine (a wee town on the west coast of Scotland, not far from Glasgow).
I was a youth worker that year, helping out in a local primary school, leading youth clubs and Bible classes and helping at Brownies and Guides, but one of the most fun (and most random) things that I did that year was becoming an honorary officer with the local Boys Brigade troop.
If you’re not familiar with the BB, it’s kind of like Scouts for Presbyterians. It’s particularly popular in the west of Scotland and does seem to do an excellent job of providing fun (and a wee bit of discipline) for boys aged from about 5 up to 18. They wear uniforms, they do marching, they play games, hear the gospel, and take part in loads of competitions against other groups.
I really loved working with them (mostly because it was just very different from everything else I did that year) but one of my highlights was when they came to church for a parade service and we sang the Boys Brigade anthem, ‘Will Your Anchor Hold in the Storms of Life?’. Mostly because the organist decide to ditch the organ that Sunday and accompanied them on an accordion instead.
I’ve found a clip of the hymn and some photos of the BB from back in the day. Apparently they used to let them carry guns – bearing in mind the wee Neds we had in Irvine I think it’s probably for the best that that tradition has disappeared.
In summary: accordions make me laugh. I know not for why.