Shadows darken, not behind the door
Thickened clouds, I see a creature
Could it be what I think, sweat running down my legs, chill bumps charging my spine. I look Closely, It’s a man. Stuck firmly to the ground like the mahogany, his face an expression of terror, he must be pure evil. His legs widely apart and hands around his waist, like the giants that lived at the beginning of time, he sure looks like Goliath. With red hot eyes piercing through the farthest me, my soul ready to stroll. I knew immediately that I wasn’t getting through that door at least not with him standing at it’s post ready to strike whoever tried.
I drew close, slow but close
My mind, filled with thoughts of ‘what ifs’. What if he hit me badly that I’d never walk again, what if he’s death in person, what if he’s reality, my fate, my life unavoidable. It feels like he’s got an… an enchanted hold on me. I change my mind about going further. Back to where I was, I run as fast as I can just to make sure he never gets to me. I need this, I say to myself. I’ve got to go through that door,I’ve got to snap out of this hellhole.
It’s like chains holding me. Here I am, surrounded by four walls like forever, never been outside it, but here is the door to rescue, widely open to get through. Indecisive of what to do, standing in view is he, staring, ready to shred to pieces. Shred me to pieces. Confused, the devil or the red sea, which do I choose: return to Egypt, live with pain and regrets or be swallowed up by the red sea, which ever, I’d die eventually.
As I ponder, he waits. Suddenly I start to run, but this time towards him with an increased energy, praying for a miracle to defeat ‘the big man’. with my trembling body, I get to the door. Taken aback, I can’t seem to find him. Where had he leaped to. Not even the slightest evidence of his existence and there on the door was boldly written
For GOD HAS NOT GIVEN US THE SPIRIT OF FEAR BUT OF POWER AND OF LOVE, AND OF A SOUND MIND.
Fear, that’s what he is. We all encounter him once in a while most especially when we’d want to venture into something big, or start something new or do something different or when we’d want to get out of something or face a situation. He seems to be there but isn’t,and never will be there. He is the ‘big man’ we create in our heads as oppositions to break out . He is the faceless
face that beats a man to the ground. Go through the door, which is Christ Jesus.