Fear Thou Not 2
When I was a little boy I was afraid of the noise of fireworks. At a fourth of July fireworks display I made such a fuss my Father took me back to the family car. The next year I was smart enough to know that my Father was with me there in the grandstand seats and I wasn*t afraid. When God is our Father we can know He is with us and we are safe.
Matthew 28:19: Go ye therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost: 20 Teaching them to observe all things whatsoever I have commanded you: and, lo, I am with you alway, even unto the end of the world. Amen.
Hebrews 13:5: Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
Devotional material is taken from Today With The King, written by Robert A. Cook. Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved. Used with written permission.
Philippians 2:1: Consolation in Christ...comfort of love...fellowship of the Spirit.
Read also through verse 30.
As a child I used to be afraid of the dark. Motherless lad that I was, I had the dubious privilege of being welcomed into different homes and staying for sometimes lengthy periods of time. Once I lived in an Ohio farmhouse with an aunt and uncle -- wonderful people though very frugal and unsentimental. The house had electric lights, but they were used only for *company.* Electricity was regarded as too expensive for everyday use. So we resorted to kerosene lamps or candles. Each night someone would put this little six-year-old to bed, close the door firmly, and be gone. Outside the old farmhouse grew a pine tree and when the wind blew, its branches would scratch against the side of the house -- and groan. If the moon shone through those gnarled branches, the worst kind of shadows would appear on the wall. I would lie there, whimpering until someone would come stomping up the stairs -- generally my Uncle Frank -- and fling open the door and shout, *Now, Robert, you shouldn*t be afraid! You*re nearly seven now.* Then -- slam! He was gone. Though quiet, I was still scared.
When my father would come from Cleveland to visit (as often as work allowed), I would catch sight of him as he plodded down the old dirt road, swinging his battered suitcase. He would see me and we would run to greet each other. Then we*d have supper together that night. At bedtime, my father would lie down beside me in the big four-poster bed, in the very same dark room that had terrified me before. But you know something? I wasn*t scared at all! A person, my dad, made the difference.
Small thought here. If you want a difference in the way you feel about things -- whether it*s fear or resentment, sorrow or jealousy, greed or pride, lust or anger -- it takes a person to affect that change. His name is Jesus. You must make Him Lord of your feelings.