My friend, may I ask you a question? Should you and I fear death? Is it baseless to fear it? Or, has God made it possible for you and I to deal with death in a way that puts death on the phobia list, the list of baseless but real fears?
My friend, life's a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.
You and I are often subject to irrational fears. You know, the kind of fear that is baseless but it's just programmed into us to be fearful and there’s nothing we can do about it; or at least we think so. Baseless fear, nonetheless, is real. Take acrophobia, for example–the fear of high places. Acrophobia takes many forms. There’s the fear of looking down from a high place and then, the one I have, the fear of looking up at a high place. In both cases it’s easy for vertigo to kick in and the sufferer can become dizzy. The fear, although real, is baseless since in either case the person is firmly planted. However, the phobia is enough to make the fear very real; and, in some instances, dizziness could lead to injury.
What about death? Is it baseless to fear it? Or, has God made it possible for you and I to deal with death in a way that puts death on the phobia list, the list of baseless but real fears?
Here's a story: A vacationing family drives along in their car, windows rolled down, enjoying the warm summer breeze of the sunny day. All of a sudden a big black bee darts in the window and starts buzzing around inside the car. A little girl, highly allergic to bee stings, cringes in the back seat. If she is stung, she could die within an hour. "Oh, Daddy, " she squeals in terror, "it's a bee! It's going to sting me!" The father pulls the car over to a stop, and reaches back to try to catch the bee. Buzzing towards him the father traps it in his fist. Holding it in his closed hand, the father waits for the inevitable sting. The bee stings the father's hand and in pain, the father lets go of the bee. The bee is loose in the car again. The little girl again panics, "Daddy, it's going to sting me!" The father gently says, "No honey, he's not going to sting you now. Look at my hand." The bee's stinger is there in his hand. (Thanks to Tidbits DAILY Devotional)
In 1 Corinthians, 15:55 we read: “Where, O death, is your victory? Where, O death, is your sting?” Jesus is telling us in His Word to “Look at my hands.” He has Satan’s sting, the sting of death, of sin, the sting of deceit, the sting of feeling worthless. Jesus has all of those stingers in His hands. When we see that nail-scarred hand, you and I need to realize that, on our behalf, He took all the pain that Satan could throw at Him. He reduced Satan to a big black bee that has lost its stinger and all Satan can do is buzz. That’s the victory that Jesus won for you! Fear death? It's natural for the thought of death to creep you out, so to speak. But fear? If it’s the sting that you fear, your fear is baseless, nothing more than a pre- occupation with something that can’t hurt you. Think about it too much and you might become dizzy. Don't let your fear of death put a real face on something that is, because of Christ, only an illusion, in truth a stinger-less bee.
We pray. Heavenly Father. You hold time within your hands, and see it all, from beginning to end. Please keep and carry these precious people in their sadness and loss. Cover them with your great wings of love, give their weary hearts rest and their minds sound sleep. Lord, lift their eyes so that they may catch a glimpse of eternity, and be comforted by the promise of heaven. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen.
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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