Guess what? I think I was wrong about last week.
The randomness God is bringing into my life isn’t primarily about taking me places to cleanse land, it is about cleansing me. Yes, there is some land work involved, but I think that is secondary.
I had a situation come up this week where a good friend asked me to consider doing something. His request was reasonable. My response was negative.
So I sat and pondered that for a while and figured out I was afraid of that situation.
Fear is not a label I am accustomed to wearing. Most of the time I would peg myself somewhere on the line between courageous and a crazy wild nut case. But here is low grade, long term fear, sufficiently intrusive that I was designing my life to accommodate fear.
As I explored that, I realized I have become compartmentalized. There are many areas where I have no fear of failure. Personal ministry is one of those. It is pretty much a baseball situation for me. I am batting around .250 which means I get it right one out of four times and am ineffective three out of four.
And that is no big deal. I am accustomed to that. I would certainly like more authority, but it doesn’t cause me to cringe in fear of failure every time I approach a new ministry situation.
But in other areas, I hold back from engaging because of fear of failure. What’s up with that?
The number one most repeated command in Scripture is “fear not.” And God does not deal with fear by diminishing the enemy, but by offering His presence.
It was late in the week before things came into focus for me, so I am still processing the handful of compartments in my life where fear has closed the door. What will it take to open each one and allow the presence of God in there?
Clearly He has already started the process. I committed in theory to my friend to open the door to the activity in question. Before I got my hand on the door knob, I heard footsteps on the front porch! I guess this fear point is first on God’s list.
Copyright June 2014 by Arthur Burk
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