Eat Fear

Fear.

It is easily the single presiding factor in human decision. Christian religion does not make fear a sin; that’s a cultural fable. Faith pulls fear in and drowns it, overwhelms it with love and commitment. Love and commitment are simply synonyms for faith in that sense. Once drowned, fear is still there, but pickled as part of the extra baggage of living in this world. It becomes food for the journey. The same energy can be used another way. We seek to feed and strengthen the spiritual power of decision to eclipse human decision.

So fear remains the one best weapon of our Enemy. Sift all that you see manifested in human motivations, all the energy exposed by the vast ocean of rhetoric. Rinse away all the fluff and you will often find a bitter core of fear. Too much assumes that outcomes can be steered if only we…

There is a sense of vested interest in the outcomes. That supposed happy outcome is seldom well defined, of course, because those making all the noise fear that defining it too clearly will allow you to recognize you really don’t want that. So they offer instead colorful prints of suggestive renderings that are nothing in reality. Artistic and winsome, but just a vapor. All they really have to do is awaken that itching backside of fear and it will sell.

Fear, like fire, is an awesome servant and an consuming master. I fear that too many of my virtual flock here will never catch on to this. I fear that somehow you will never quite let go of this world, that you will suffer unnecessary pain — we can’t actually dodge pain and sorrow, but there’s plenty that is just without adding all the unjust sorrows. Fear not what mere man can do to you.

Fear is the naked backside itself of reverence. Reverence is fear properly robed in trust. The hard hands of God’s wrath are the warm hands that wipe away our tears. Past the Flaming Sword is the Garden where we can bare our purified selves before the Almighty.

Can I stop there? Will you take this and absorb it into your soul?