For a long time I thought the opposite of fear was courage. It’s not.
Not long ago I was listening to a radio preacher who pointed out that faith and fear share a common denominator. They both believe strongly in something that hasn’t happened yet. My fear is that if I get stung by a bee, I’ll have another allergic reaction. I have faith that if I get stung by a bee, God will see me through it.
Faith is the opposite of fear. The question is, which is stronger?
Will I let my fear that something might happen rule the day? Or will I rest in my faith that God will use whatever happens for His good (which, in turn, is good for everyone).
Romans 8:28 – “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”
Yup–faith is clearly the way to go. The problem with faith is that it doesn’t come with an explanatory outline. You know, if you have faith, this will happen (which you won’t like at the time), but I’ll use it in this way.
Oh right. Because it’s FAITH.
Fear, on the other hand, offers a variety of colorful, creative, easy to imagine options. Not to mention a whole raft of people ready to tell you about how the very thing you fear happened to them, their close friend, or someone they used to know. (Tip: When someone is afraid, stories about that very thing happening don’t help.)
All I can think to do is take the thing I’m afraid of and consider how it would look to have faith instead by applying Hebrews 11:1 – “Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.”
Afraid to tackle that delicate issue at work? What do you hope for? You should have confidence in that. What do you not see that would fit with what you know about God’s plan? You should have assurance about that.
And maybe, just maybe, we can flip the coin from the fear side to faith.
I have spent DAYS thinking about this blog post. Am I afraid of success? Maybe, and I think it’s because I’m afraid of being an arrogant jerk to people when I do get my name on a shelf.
I need to remember the God who brought me this far will take me the rest of the way.
Don’t worry, Jennifer, you’ve surrounded yourself with people who love you and will totally TELL you if you’re being an arrogant jerk.
Well do I remember when I was a college student, heading back to my college town on a bus for a summer job after a brief stay at home while my mother had quadruple bypass surgery. I was seated next to a sweet little old lady on the bus, and we struck up a conversation. i told her where I had just come from and she regaled me with tales of people she’d known whose recovery from similar surgeries had gone horribly wrong. That was a long bus ride.
Why do people DOOO that?!?