There’s an old saying, if you have fear, you don’t have faith. I don’t agree with that statement.
I have some fears, some rational and some, well not so much. I have fears of public speaking, my children dying before I do, and very large snakes (like the 6-footer that jumped out from a pop machine in front of me as a child). I am also afraid of driving behind an open flatbed transport fully loaded with cars, and those fire lantern pole thingys you see on patios or in backyards.
While I may tell myself I’m a little silly for some of the more unusual or low-risk fears, the others I think are legit, normal, and hey possibly even healthy. I believe my fear of ever drinking again is a healthy one that, while it doesn’t drive my day-to-day existence, it does serve as a reminder why I quit drinking and why I maintain the desire to not drink.
I use my faith to help combat my fears. When my daughter was in a very serious car accident, naturally I feared for her health and well-being. When I was diagnosed with skin cancer, yeah I was scared poopless. When I did a major career change, sure economic insecurity haunted me for awhile. But for all, I tapped into my faith the best way I know how – connecting with others.
This post reminded me of a book I once read, Feel The Fear And Do It Anyway by Susan Jeffers. I just Google’d it and landed on her website. Her daily quote seems to be a fitting one:
The only service a friend can really render is to keep up your courage by holding up to you a mirror in which you can see a noble image of yourself.
George Bernard Shaw
It also reminded me of a song I dearly love, The Cape by Eric Bibb. In it, he repeats a line several times that says: always trust your cape. For me, my cape is my faith.
What’s your take on fear?
Do you strive to be more fearless, or to be with less fear?
Do you have a cape in your life? What or who is it?