Come Quickly
I am scared. I am scared of Covid. I am scared of “Satan shoes.” I am scared of seeing Samuel grow up in such odd, terrifying, trying times. These are just the things I see right now, tonight, as I quickly skim over the news. This does not even encompass the trials and tribulations, death and destruction that is occurring in every corner of the world. In spite of all of this fear and pain and groaning across the world that words cannot even encompass or express, we are not given a spirit of fear. “ For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands, for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control” (2 Timothy 1:6-7). We are not given a spirit of fear, but I am still scared! I think the most difficult thing is to give up that fear, accept that I certainly do not have control (even though I try to trick myself into thinking I do), and lay it all at the foot of Jesus’ cross. This Holy Week, it’s oka