Weekend Words

 From Watch For The Light reading for December 15...

Be Not Afraid - Johann Christoph Arnold

Perfect love, the apostle John writes, casts our fear.  So when God's angel broke the good news of the Savior's birth to the cowering shepherds of Bethlehem, "Fear not!" was more than an instruction for them to get up off the ground and stop shielding their frightened faces.  The "glad tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people" meant that fear's grip on human hearts was going to have to give way to the far greater power of love.

People have derived comfort from these words for two thousand years, but millions are still afraid.  What's more, we are scared to admit our fears, particularly our biggest fear of all - death.

The fear of death overshadows all our lives.  We live longer than our grandparent's; we are better fed; we lose fewer babies.  Vaccines protect us from once-feared epidemics; hi-tech hospitals save tiny preemies and patients in need of a new kidney or heart.  But we are still mortal.

I have stood at the bedside of dying friends and relatives - and have fought alongside them - as they faced death.  I have held their hands when fear filled their eyes, and have witnessed the remarkable peace that radiates from those who have not only battled their fears, but found strength to ask God to intervene on their behalf.

Without exception, these were ordinary men and women who at some point in their life had decided to spend their energies reaching out to people around them, rather than focusing on themselves.  Through this, they received a special gift: the ability to hear the angel's words, "Fear not!"  Such a gift can only be given to a surrendered heart, one that knows itself to be held in the palm of God's hand.

My grandfather, Eberhard Arnold, was one such person.  He grasped intuitively that our flesh, blood, and bones are not, in the truest and deepest sense, our real selves, but that the real seat of our being, the soul, passes from mortality into immortality, and from time into timelessness.  My grandfather spoke of the human soul's perpetual longing for God, and referred to death as the moment we are "called into eternity" and united with God.

It is natural, even for us who call ourselves believers, to feel the gulf between our present state and eternal unity with God.  But then we should bear in mind that the angel's "glad tidings", wonderful as they are, do not spell out the whole story.  Christ's life began in the manger, but its pivotal point was His crucifixion, and its completion was Easter, when He rose from the dead.

Many years of counselling people through grief and loss have made me certain that Christ's death and resurrection hold the deepest answer to all our fears.  We all have bad days; and plenty of us know what depression is.  There are very few people who have not, at one time or another, experienced deep anguish - and growing numbers have faced the terror of violence.  In our lives we may be tested in ways we cannot even imagine.  Yet we can be certain Christ has shared our torment, and worse.  He sweated drops of blood and was totally forsaken.  He died, and descended into hell.  But by overcoming death he took away all our reasons for fear, forever.

Of course, it does no good to recognize this in a merely intellectual way.  Knowing that Christ loves us may not save us from fear, nor will it save us from death.  And so it comes down to this: the only way to truly overcome our fear of death is to live life in such a way that its meaning cannot be taken away by death.

This sounds grandiose, but it is really very simple.  It means fighting the impulse to live for ourselves, instead of for others.  It means choosing generosity over greed.  It also means living humbly, rather than seeking influence and power.  Finally, it means being ready to die again and again - to ourselves, and to every self serving opinion or agenda.

In Dickens's "Christmas Carol", the bitter old accountant Scrooge provides a memorable illustration.  Tight-fisted and grasping, he goes through life dragging a chain that he himself has forged, link by link, with each miserly deed.  Having closed himself to human kindness, he lives in a universe so calculating and cold that no one escapes his suspicion.  Before long he begins to despise himself and look for a way out of his misery.  But he cannot find one.  He is trapped - trapped in the person of self.  Worse, he is haunted by dreams of death, and dreads its approach.

Then he changes.  Loosened by those same dreams, the scales fall from his eyes, and he sees a way out: "The time before him was his own, to make amends in!"  No longer consumed with his own needs, he is free to love, and vows to dispel "the shadow of the things that would have been."  And as he runs from one old acquaintance to the next, he rediscovers the world around him with the unselfconscious happiness of a child.

Such happiness can be ours, too, if we live for love.  By "love" I am not speaking simply of the emotion, nor of some grand, abstract ideal, but of the life-changing power Jesus speaks of when He says: "I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me" (Matthew 25:35-36).  When we live for love, we will be able to meet any challenge that comes our way.  We will know peace now, and at the hour of death.  And we will not be afraid.

The Hope of Christmas

This year has held such sadness,  It touched each heart and mind,

And sometimes when the sky was dark  The sun seemed hard to find.

Yet people were so caring  And lent a helping hand,

So side by side we journeyed on  And reached out through the land.

But now it's time to look ahead,  The future shining bright,

The hope and joy of Christmas  Will fill the world with light!

- Iris Hesselden