Fear factor

Psalm 27:1-14

I was at a class reunion with several former classmates when one of them, a professor of philosophy, asked an unusual question: “What fears have you conquered over the years and what new ones have you acquired?” Not eager to make our private fears public, each of us waited for someone else to open up the discourse. One person finally listed some familiar fears, including “mice,” “being left out or abandoned” and “the dark.” Two confessed to being lifelong phobics, one claustrophobic (afraid of enclosed spaces) and one arachnophobic (afraid of spiders). Our newer fears were more age-specific—“being doped and sitting aimlessly in a stupor in a nursing home,” “dying, I just don’t like the thought of it” and “a recurrence of my cancer.”

 

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