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Saturday, January 9, 2021

Fear of what...?

 


“Mom,” Elliot told my wife about a year ago.  “I’m afraid!”

“Afraid of what?”  She asked him.  There wasn’t anything particularly going on to generate fear.

“Of wallpaper!”  He returned in a very concerned voice.

“Wallpaper?”  Elaine asked.  This was a fear that we hadn’t dealt with before and certainly didn’t seem to be the sort of thing that would show up on many lists of top ten things folks are afraid of.  At eight years of age, it wasn’t as though he had read the short story “The Yellow Wallpaper” either.

“Yes, wallpaper!”  And then it all came out.  “I was reading in a book about deadly things and wallpaper was in it!  It has all kinds of toxic things in it, like arsenic and mercury and when it gets too warm, those get into the air and it can kill people!”

“But we don’t have wallpaper,” I put in.

“But what if we get some?”

“I don’t think we will,” I said.  “But regardless, I think the book you were reading was talking about a time over a hundred years ago.  Wallpaper that you get at Home Depot these days actually has minimal amounts of arsenic, lead, and mercury in it.  They really couldn't sell it in this country if it had all that stuff in it.”

Elliot has grown up quite a bit since that time and he isn’t afraid of wallpaper anymore.  I don't think I can blame him for his fears.  It is a human tendency to be afraid of things – many of them fairly foolish.  Fear is simply not a rational emotion.

Recently, I have been reading my way through the book of Isaiah and I came to chapter 8, verses 12 and 13.  It says, “Do not say, ‘A conspiracy,’ concerning all that this people call a conspiracy, nor be afraid of their threats, nor be troubled.  The Lord of hosts, Him you shall hallow and let Him be your dread.”

It really feels like a passage written for our time.  Isaiah was writing at a time when the tiny nation of Judah was being invaded by the countries of Syria and Israel.  We do not know what conspiracies he was talking about, but the specifics of what was going on wasn’t what was important.  The people felt threatened and had little trust in their government to protect them.

There were two things that were important.  First of all, God’s people were afraid of the wrong thing.  The second thing was that the solution for their fear was to find their sanctuary in God.

It feels like these days Christians have gotten side tracked.  Many have gotten the impression that the kingdom of God was to be ushered in via the political process of the United States and when that didn't happen, they have fallen back on anger and fear and conspiracies.

I am no prophet.  Maybe the United States is on its way for communism.  Maybe Google and Facebook will destroy life as we know it.  Maybe radical groups will dominate the future.  (I'm optimistic that none of these things will come to pass).  None of that would change the mission that Jesus set before us.

Our goal, our ministry, is to go into the all the world and share the Gospel – to live the Gospel – in such a way that no one questions who we are serving.

As we focus on that mission, our concern with conspiracies and our fear of the future will slip away.  A heart that has its refuge in God will not live in fear, regardless of the sorts of times in which it finds itself.

I find it a blessing that God has promised to give us strength to overcome our fears – even a dread of wallpaper.

Saturday, January 2, 2021

Magnify the Beauty

 


"Why does it take you so long to write a letter, Anna?"  I asked my oldest child.

"It just does, Dad," she answered me, but I knew the answer without asking.  The thing is that she is into calligraphy.  She carefully draws letters and words into cards and on envelopes, sending off little epistles to friends of hers.

It amazes me.  To graduate from medical school, you have to take a handwriting exam -- and fail it.  At least that's the way it seems to those who have tried to read my scribbling that I call cursive writing.

I remember an older patient of mine watching me write something out with a shocked look on her face.  "Young man," she said to me.  "If I had taught you in school you would write better than that!"

"I'm sure you are right, Ms. Hilda," I told her sheepishly.  Truth to tell, my teachers did the best they could with the material they were given to mold.

I suppose we can argue about whether calligraphy is worth it.  Even if I wanted to write that way, I don't think I could.

It is a beautiful thing to turn a letter into a special thing.  Ecclesiastes tells us that, "He has made everything beautiful in His time..."

We have only to look around us to see the effort God put into the smallest and largest parts of Creation.  Whether you are using a microscope or a telescope, there is a loveliness in Nature that didn't just happen by chance.

A bigger question comes to me, "How much effort do I make at beautifying the lives of those around me?"

I may not be able to write beautiful handwritten letters, but there are many things that I can say and do to make 2021 a beautiful place of those who know me.

To magnify the beauty is a resolution that I would make for 2021.