Wednesday, January 21, 2015

What shall we do when we are struck by the fear of man?





The Bible says, "The fear of man brings a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD shall be safe (Prov 29:25)."

Dear sisters, today, I’d like to ask you how you have overcome the fear of man. What do you do when you are struck by the fear of man? Do you have any particular Bible verse or devotional book which would help you to overcome this issue? Do you know any prayers which are uplifting?

Why do I ask these questions? Because sometimes, the fear of man bothers me. And I feel like I am a trembling hamster. I long for acceptance and dread rejection. Although I know that the way we have chosen is not a popular way but still I am craving for peoples’ recognition and acceptance from time to time. A part of my self has not been crucified yet and it is dreadfully afraid of the place of Golgotha.

O Lord, I will confess my weakness. Often it is a small thing that makes me downcast and sad. I propose to act bravely, but when even a small temptation comes I find myself in great straits. When I think myself somewhat safe and when I am not expecting it, I frequently find myself almost overcome by a slight wind. Look, therefore, Lord, at my lowliness and frailty which You know so well. Have mercy on me and snatch me out of the mire that I may not be caught in it and may not remain forever utterly despondent. (Imitation of Christ, Part 3, chapter 20)


Oh, how I want to live in strength! How I want to sit at the feet of Jesus and be faithful to Him in good times and in bad times. I want to be hidden with Christ in God (Col 3:3).

As I was composing this post, I remember the spiritual poem of Ms. Margaret E. Barber, a British missionary to China who influenced Watchman Nee. It is a very deep poem which reflects her profound faith.

Buried

Buried? Yes, but it is seed
From which continents may feed;
Millions yet may bless the day
When that seed was laid away.

Buried! Hidden! Out of sight!

Dwelling in the deepest night;
Losing, underneath the sod,
Everything, except its God.

Buried, unremembered, lost
So thinks man: but all the cost
God has counted to display
Life abundant one glad day

Are thou buried?

God’s pure seed
Doth thy heart in silence bleed?

Change thy sighing into song.
Thus alone can harvests come

Dear sisters, please share with me freely and give me your spiritual tips! Thank you.