Some time ago, I heard the question, “what would you do if you knew you couldn’t fail?”
I asked the question on my Facebook account and have received several interesting answers….
…but it begs the next question: what is it that you WANT to do that you AREN’T, due to fear?
Fear is crippling and can render us ineffective. What do you fear? Failure? Ridicule? Getting caught? Loss?
From where does fear come? What is it? Is fear not simply a response to potential danger not unlike pain?
Fear merely is a natural defense from things that we perceive can harm us… in most cases, the unknown. Or… perhaps fear is the absence of something else. Love? Wisdom? Faith?
Maybe fear is an over-abundance of something else. Assumptions? Bad history?
I’m reminded of Phillipians 4:13 – “I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.”
…which leads to the next question: where is your heart rooted?
I have the answers to my questions for myself:
If I knew I couldn’t fail, I would awaken the Church to action and revival. It grieves me that we live in a culture that sees the image of Christ as a sleeping, impotent, powerless myth; foolish, ignorant, irrational, reactive and tired; a cheap imitation; a fraud; a crutch; an excuse; a hypocrite. Our culture can only assess Him by the image His bride portrays… and if Christ truly were equal to the portrait the Church paints, culture would not be wrong.
Please understand that when I say, “Church,” I mean the Body as a whole… not necessarily my specific home-town church where I attend, though we too struggle with some of the same issues.
What do I fear? The thing I fear most is being stabbed in the back by the same Church that I would be attempting to awaken. Our track-record is to tear at ourselves and criticize our own, rendering us all ineffective and powerless to act. I fear it because I’ve seen it; I’ve heard it; I’ve done it.
Where is my heart rooted? I’m rooted in my own self-absorption. How do I know? If I was truly rooted in Christ, there would be no door that could close out truth; no chain that could bind; no ear that could not hear; no eye that could not see His power.
Alas, I remain just one more member of a silent, sleeping giant… trembling, weak and ineffective.
…but with a fire in my belly, a spark of hope in my eye and a prayer in my heart to galvanize me to action and to someday soon root me in Christ.
God is in the silence. …and when He chooses to reveal himself, even hell will step aside as the rocks cry out.