Blog Challenge: Day 3


Today’s challenge is to write about your deepest fear.  Some people are afraid of public speaking, spiders, heights, airplanes.   I’ve never had any of those common fears.  I once got reprimanded for walking in a “bad” neighborhood during a prayer walk.  They tried to explain the rules to me–“We’re just here to stay in the police-guarded park, not cross the street and mingle with the locals.”  When that didn’t work, someone finally asked me, “Aren’t you afraid to go over there?”   I laughed in the face of danger–or at least, in their face.  “Seriously?”  I said, “I’m going to live in the Middle East and you think I’m afraid to pray with someone when there are police standing 300 feet away?”

Yeah, I live on the wild side.  Not really.  But I don’t have a lot of fears.  I do have one though.  A deep-set fear that has followed me my whole life.  I’m afraid that when I die, my life won’t have amounted to much.  I’m afraid of it not being worth-while.  When I was studying the life of John Calvin in school I was severely discouraged–by the time he was 23 he had a law degree and had already published a book.  At 23 I was still trying to figure out what exactly I was doing with my life and which Starbucks drink was my favorite.

Turning 30 was easy for me, but when I turned 33 I was incredibly discouraged.  I had now lived as long as Jesus and look at everything he had done.  I mean, I know I’m not Jesus, it’s just . . . I want my life to mean something.  I want to make an impact.  I want the world to be a better place because I have been in it.  And my biggest fear is that I’ll fail at that goal.

What about you?  What are you afraid of?

And check out what Karla’s afraid of.  


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