Yesterday I wrote on fear. It got me thinking about my own fears, both rational and irrational. As I look to share both the good and bad about my life and character, I thought it would be fun to share some of them in a short but soul bearing way. If anything, it is always fun to construct irreverent lists! This is nowhere near an extensive list but simply the first few that popped into my head. By the way, this is much cheaper than counseling. If you have fears, I suggest starting a blog!
Fear #4: Death
This is a fun one right? But I think we are all on some level fear departing this world. So many unanswered questions: Where will I go? Will there be coffee? But seriously, our faith gives us an undoubtable comfort, yet the Bible is still unclear when it comes to death’s exact parameters. We simply trust that Christ knows what He is doing, but beyond that, it can still be sort of a mystery. Someone once said that everyone wants heaven but no one wants to die. I get this. In different seasons I have been more ready than others. As I grow older, I find myself with a greater peace and almost welcoming of it. I think what fears me about death is not the death but the unexpectedness of it – the cruel hand which rips you from the mundane to the eternal. Even in faith, I push against the deeds of my life, which no doubt do not measure up to those I wish I had done.
Fear #3: Elevator Doors
I am not afraid of the small mechanical box that jerks and shakes me to a particular destination, but the doors. For a split second as I cross the threshold, I fear it crashing down or catapulting upward and me getting stuck in it’s wake. I don’t know why. Maybe it was the horror movies I watched as a kid or something deeply repressed. I feel like if we don’t fear elevators at all, then Jesus should be a no brainer. I mean the amount of faith we entrust in these tin boxes of fear are equivalent with that needed of the Gospel.
Fear #2: Clowns
One fateful evening when I was small, I stumbled into the living room where my parents were watching the TV movie “It”. If you are not familiar with the storyline, essentially it is about a clown who hunts and haunts children. I like to think regardless of this childhood trauma, I would still be untrusting of these soul-less creatures. What is their function anyways? Has anyone in the history of the world ever laughed at their “shenanigans”? Team mascots, now these guys are funny. Why not replace the world’s clown population with mascots? What a beautiful life that would be.
Fear #1: Chickens
Now let me clarify. I do not fear cooked chicken (otherwise summer BBQ’s would be difficult) but rather the shifty living ones that unpredictably roam the earth. Beaks. Claws. These are tools of the devil and bring an unexpected fear for those untrained in their black arts. I love animals. All animals. Truly I do. But when it comes to winged creatures, I hesitate. Are they going to walk or fly? Will they be friendly or try to eat me? These are the thoughts that race through my feared mind.
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