Fed by fear

The world is full of fear.

My email inbox fills with reasons to fear. One email bears a cute picture of four mutts and the racist message that the dogs are being signed up for government assistance since they are all “mixed race and color, unemployed, lazy, can’t speak English and have no clue who their daddies are. They expect me to feed them, provide them with housing and medical care.”

It continues: “So she looked in her policy book to see what it takes to qualify. My dogs get their first check next Friday. Is this country great or what?”

Everyone knows we can’t trust the government to do what is right. The bailouts fed the rich; our taxes feed the undeserving.

The editor of a local monthly comes in to deliver papers with news of a Food and Drug Administration shut down of a “farm to fork” dinner. The government is gaining control of the food supply, he warns, and when that happens they will control us. Not him. He has food stocks shelved high in his basement. His mother-in-law eats venison canned 18 years ago and it is still as good as the day she canned it.

Fear fuels our revolving world. So we fight. We protest. We occupy. Another email tells me just who supports that movement: the American Nazi Party, Hezbollah, the Communists, and the Ayatollah Khomeini. Birds of a feather flock together, the writers warn, and more fear descends.

Scripture tells us not to fear. The Lord takes care of us. Look at the flowers in all their splendor, Jesus taught. Look at the birds with nothing to have and everything to eat. Elijah driven to the wilderness was fed by ravens beside a brook. Joseph sent to prison was gifted to interpret dreams and elevated to save his land and family from famine. Paul placed in chains was able to share the gospel with Rome.

“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.” Romans 8:28.

And yet my screaming soul drives me out, day by day, to gather and store up, stewing as I bring in the sheaves. My cupboards are full of canned goods; mental lists require more. My clothing stands guard at each closet. The fuel tank rings full, and the wood is ranked high against winter.

The house is ready, but what about the temple?

In that dwelling place of the Holy Spirit within me, what whispering voice do I hear?

Fear screams a thousand messages: “Save your money! Stock the shelves! Buy guns! Buy gold!” At my antiques shop, with customers dwindling, fear hisses across the counter: “List some stuff on eBay, sell! Get some money while you can. Do it now while there’s still time!”

The man with the food piled high decreed: “What’s coming is going to make the Great Depression of 1929 look like kindergarten.”

Day by day, I wonder at how I have lived to see this great end time fear. In childhood, it was as distant, as sci-fi as Big Brother and 1984, as remote as the Mark of the Beast, and today it is as close as the next email, the next headline, and the next fellow’s words.

And what of trusting God?

The warnings of scripture are as clear as the answer. The righteous live by faith.

Today, fear’s war of words began as soon as I checked my inbox. And His Spirit held my temple firm. God’s promises are my storehouse. His word is my fuel. His righteousness my garment. His hope my joy, His joy my strength. His very nature prompts my praise. Though the whole world quake with fear, He is my portion and the Rock on which I stand.

Turn again to Psalm 27 and read it through:

The LORD is my light and my salvation—
   whom shall I fear?
The LORD is the stronghold of my life—
   of whom shall I be afraid?”








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4 Responses to Fed by fear

  1. Max says:

    Awesome. Good stuff. Keep it up! There is no fear in love, for perfect love casts out fear. The opposite of love is not hate, it is fear.

  2. M'Kayla says:

    Hmm… I remember being so brave back in the 70’s at the warnings of His coming and what was to come before. But we were young and it was a lifetime ago.

    I offer:
    6 And now my head shall be lifted up above my enemies all around me;
    Therefore I will offer sacrifices of joy in His tabernacle;
    I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.

    Blessings my friend and sister. Good to see you. 🙂

    • carol Zagar says:

      Thank you for this great post. Fear is the spirit that is in the world. Our God is faithful. I am so thankful for who He is. He rules! We as believers have the hope in His soon return.

  3. godlee4life says:

    Reminds me of Luke 21:26—- “men’s hearts will fail them due to fear and the expectation of those things which are coming on the earth, for the powers of heaven will be shaken.”

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