My old blogging buddy Violet did a post called “therapeutic perspectives on the Trump victory.”
Never mind all that, she said something else in there that caught my attention, “We humans are animals whose primary motivation is often fear, and rightly so.”
It struck me as somewhat funny because I remember a couple of teenagers perched on top of the dining room table shrieking about a spider. I have no idea where they got their arachnophobia, but it wasn’t from their mother. That was the one and only time I recall humans actually acting as if they could quite possibly be, “fear based animals.” Teen agers, they’re all animals, I tell ya.
We are not “animals whose primary motivation is fear,” or at least I am not. Like a lot of humans, I’m actually dumber than a box of rocks and haven’t got the good sense to be afraid. Ask my kids, a giant man-eating spider could be crawling through my hair and it wouldn’t even phase me. They think I’m a defective human.
What struck me as interesting however, was how fear is such a matter of perception and attitude. You can be, “an animal whose primary motivation is fear,” or you can be the child of a most High God. As the child of a most High God, you learn that “perfect love casts out fear.” You learn that faith and fear are actually opposites, that they cannot coexist. You learn about “His peace that surpasses all understanding.” You learn that you have a Rock to rely on, to lean into when the going gets tough. Fear is actually just a form of putting your tiny human faith in the worst possible outcome. It is an inability to trust that God is in control.
Whenever I get anxious or concerned, whenever I feel that pressure to do something, to fix it, I know that is not of God, that I have simply stepped too far away from Him. In the boat on the Sea of Galilee Christ tells Peter to keep his eyes on Him. You can walk on water if your eyes are on Him, but the moment you look away, fear creeps in, fear of sinking into those waves, fear of all the things that can go wrong. Fear of not being the one in control.
“For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.” -2 Timothy 1:7
Wally Fry said:
Yep
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insanitybytes22 said:
😉
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ColorStorm said:
Saw that too. Never mind all that. But the animals. Excuse me, there are ‘kinds,’ and there are ‘kinds,’ and between humans and animals, never the twain shall meet, unless…………………………one wants to be cast in the pot with other ‘unreasoning animals.’ As for me, I’ll pass on that stew. Yuck, full of dead men’s bones.
But your spiders! The kings palaces and whatnot. The interwebs. They were surfing before surfing was cool. But imagine the pseudo scientists who study the spider and miss entirely the Designer. Too bad. But it would probably be far better to redirect that fear toward He who deserves reverence, and it appears you have said that msbytes.
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insanitybytes22 said:
Thanks, Colorstorm.
I was just pondering one of Leonard Ravenhill’s quotes, “A man who is intimate with God is not intimidated by man.” It’s a good play on words, made me laugh. “Intimate” and “intimidated,” very similar there.
Fear of God sure puts fear of spiders back in perspective. 🙂
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ColorStorm said:
I’m glad you did a post on that Wisp thought. Struck me too. Maybe Vi will pop over and spar. 😉
Now there is another post for ya, ‘intimacy with God,’ in the midst of intimidation. \o/
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newenglandsun said:
IB,
Here’s a genius idea that I give you permission to take credit for–
Get a tarantula as a pet!!!
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insanitybytes22 said:
LOL! I’ve actually considered that. I wouldn’t mind a spider pet at all. I think I’d enjoy a tarantula.
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Linda Lee/@LadyQuixote said:
All this fear is so… pointless. In my lifetime, the vast majority of the things I have worried about, never happened.
Early this morning, the associate pastor of our little church, a man exactly my age, got out of bed, collapsed, and died. He always looked fit and healthy. My husband saw him at the men’s Bible study night before last and he was fine. I saw him a few days ago when I was walking the dogs. He honked his horn and waved. He was a neighbor, a friend, a Christian brother. Here one moment, gone the next.
Our days are all numbered. My faith is not in a political party, in a particular man or woman, in a president, a king, queen, or even in my minister. My faith is in the Lord.
Jesus said that in this world we would have tribulation, but be of good cheer, for He has overcome the world.
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