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Sunday, October 4, 2009

What are we so afraid of?

Of ghosts and vampires and mad scientists?

Of the depths of the ocean, and the limits of outer space?

Of cancer and pandemics and germs?

Of being completely alone?

Of being thought a fool?

Of the darkness?

Of what I can't see?

Of what I don't understand?

Or

of being complacent and apathetic

of straying from the goal

of forgetting the majesty

of underestimating the power

of neglecting to love

of missing an opportunity

of holding back the good news

of failing to speak the truth . . .

On the day I called, You answered me; You made me bold with strength in my soul.
[Psalm 138:3]