Afraid: A Sunday Devotional

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I live in a time when to be afraid is the fashionable feeling to possess. I am told I need to be afraid of the mass production of crops, meat, and processed foods because they contain chemicals that cause cancer and other unknown health problems. Is it true? I have no I idea, that’s why I’m afraid.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

The other day I was sitting outside with my son. He walked up to me and said

“Look, Daddy.”

As I turned around, I saw a giant bug in between his thumb and index figure.

“A bug,” he said joyously.

Not wanting to seem like a sissy in front of my son, I said,

“OK … why don’t you step on it” in the most confident voice I could muster.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I am told about how bad the economy is doing and how I should be afraid of where our country is going. Already, the politicians are out, the game has begun, and the battle for creating fear in exchange for votes is underway. Is either side right? I have some thoughts, but they’re most likely wrong. Does my opinion really matter? I don’t know, that’s why I am afraid. 

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I am afraid for my kids. Will they have the same opportunities as me? Should I send them to public school or home school them? I don’t think I would be a good teacher. Private school seems to be very costly. What to do? What to do? That’s why I’m afraid.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

Who doesn’t fear their children being hurt? I am bombarded with images from the news about kids being kidnapped. Is there someone lurking behind my house? Do I have to be beside them 24/7? What happened to the “good old days?” Were these just imaginative days? I don’t know? Maybe I should install GSP systems into my children’s legs. Is that legal? I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

Have you ever feared your parents breaking up? I have. Maybe your parents are already breaking up. Maybe you are in a break up right now. Terrifying … right? The uncertainty is paralyzing. Will things ever go back to “normal?” While my parents never separated, I remember seeing many of my friends’ parents separate, and that created fear in me. Can you really trust your parents to look out for you? I hope so, but who knows nowadays. Right?

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

Will I make enough money to provide for my family? In don’t know. Who does?

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

Will ‘they’ like me, accept me, and cherish me? I don’t know. Who is the ‘they’ I am so worried about? Why am I so afraid of the general masses?

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I am afraid of failure. Maybe that is why it has taken me so long to start to write blog posts. My older brother has been hounding me for years to speak up, but I’d rather hide in the dark.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

I’m afraid, I’m afraid, are you afraid? I am afraid.

Jesus the Christ said, “Don’t be afraid, I have risen indeed.”

Are you afraid?

I am not.