I have been hearing a lot about fear lately....
The increase of crime.
The discovery of cancer.
The hurt of death.
Especially the wrath God has on this sinful mankind.
I know that I have been taught differently, but when I think about Yahweh, I do not fear. Apprehension's fingerprints are not upon the fields of my mind.
Trust me, I know that God sees my sins and can strike me with lightning, make me destitute, or even turn me into marshmallow soup. But, I am pretty sure that his heart aches for my prosperity. I have asked to be planted, and he has planted me, allowing no man to pluck me up.
So, in the hands of Jehovah, I rejoice. Not in the heavy, suspicious atmosphere of dangerous fear, but in the light, selfless ambiance of his scandalous love for his creation. Dancing in the truth that to live is Christ and to die is gain.
Pinned by his grace. Captured by his freedom.
"Sin has lost its power. Death has lost its sting. From the grave, you've risen victoriously."
If death comes, I live in the hands of the One who breathes life.
