A guy decided to rob the bank because he really needed the money. He didn’t know anything about robbing banks, so he practiced what he would say. He got the sack to put money in, and a revolver. He practiced sticking the sack over the counter and pointing the gun at the teller and saying, “Don’t mess with me, this is a stick up.”
When it came time for the real thing, he was really nervous. But he was confident he had it down. However, when he got into the bank, fear took over and he handed the lady the revolver, raised the sack, and said, “Don’t stick with me, this is a mess up.” The bank robber was crippled by his own fear.
Remember the children’s story, Chicken Little? Chicken Little thought the sky was falling. She told Henny Penny the sky was falling, and the animals stampeded. At last, they met Mr. Fox, who offered them refuge in his den. Because of their panic, they accepted. Mr. Fox had a feast.
The cure for fear is faith. There is an old Scottish proverb that says, “Fear knocked on the door, faith answered, and there was no one there.” Paul told the church of Rome, “For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the spirit of sonship, and by him we cry, ‘Abba, Father'” (Romans 8:15).
The world is full of fear. But God offers the gift of faith. Faith is a muscle. Exercise it and it will grow. Fear will always be lurking in the weeds. But you don’t have to be its slave.