I have a confession to make about this blog: It frightens me. I’m afraid of being wrong, afraid of being boring, and afraid of offending people. And that’s just for starters. But fearful writers don’t connect. Playing it safe, they’re too timid to inspire or to speak the truth. And so I wrestle for courage every time I post.
The other day God reminded me about playing on seesaws when I was a kid. I was scrawny in those days, and my happy seesaw-memories often crash-landed with some bully on the other end talking smack about bumping my boney butt to the ground. And so I hung there, disabled and distressed.
Fear is a bully on the other end of the board who leaves us dangling, steals our joy, and intimidates us into silence. Having only two weapons in his toolbox, when a child of God refuses to open the front door to Satan’s lies, he sneaks around to the back door to threaten us with fear. I’ve been learning to reject the lies for awhile now, and so I regularly get badgered at the backdoor.
But faith is no lightweight on the seesaw. With the full gravity of Reality backing it up, faith sees from God’s perspective and leaves fear dangling and defenseless. “I sought the Lord and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. They looked unto him and were lightened.” (Psalm 34:4-5 KJV)
These are fearful days. It’s easy to allow our popular godless culture to intimidate us into silence, shaking in our shoes when we ought to be shouting in assurance. “When the son of man comes, will He find faith on the earth?” (Luke 18:8)
The daily challenge to stand our ground is not rocket science. It’s as simple as making the choice to believe God in the presence of the bully. For me this morning, that means clicking on the “Publish This Post” button.
(I couldn’t find any copyright information on the photo above, but it was too good to pass up!)