That doesn’t make sense. How can fear be afraid?
Well, yeah, but stick with me.
Fear is meant to cripple us, keep us from moving forward. Fear is the pessimist in the room, the Debby Downer, the worst-case-scenario guy who expects the worst and hopes for the worst. Fear is a life-sucker and a jerk.
I don’t like fear. I don’t want him to come to my party. But, I too often give in to him because he can be really loud.
I think I’m on to him, though.
Fear, the essence of fear, is afraid of us, afraid that we just might do what it says we can’t, afraid that God really is who it says He isn’t.
Fear is afraid of us staring in its face, hearing all of its lies and hopeless rhetoric, and doing it anyway, believing God anyway.
When we do that, fear loses its grip and loses its name. It’s no longer fear. It’s lost its identity. We’ve removed its power.
Fear will come back, because it doesn’t learn from its mistakes. But once we’ve done it once, we can recognize it, do what it says we can’t, and make it run again. We can look at Jesus and He’ll tell us we can stop inviting that guy to the party.
I believe we really only have two options when it comes to dealing with fear.
1. Fear is a liar, so don’t listen to it. (Read this, it’s worth your two minutes)
2. Give up. Don’t do anything.
You want your life to be a good story, I know you do. No one wants his or her life to be controlled by fear.
So, what can you do today to stare fear in the face, believe God, do it anyway, and make fear run for the hills?