I knew something was holding me back, keeping me from releasing my words out to the world. Then God put a finger on it: fear of man.
In her (awesome and funny) blog for writers, Kristen Lamb mentions an author whose book was rated a three-star rating by an Amazon reviewer because it was not Jimmy Dean sausages. Argh.
In the Lincoln museum in Springfield Illinois, there is a wall plastered with what John Piper* calls “vile opprobrium dumped on President Lincoln” in the press across the U.S. such as “Lincoln speeches consist of condensed lumps of imbecility, buffoonery, and vulgar malignity.”
As I was reading through the book of Ezekiel, I stumbled upon something I hadn’t seen before.
The words leapt off the page as if God were speaking directly to me.
Don’t be afraid of them or anything they say.
Don’t be dismayed [terrified, broken down, confused, or discouraged] by the way that they look at you.
Why are you afraid of [revere] mere humans?
They dry up and die like grass.
I spread out the heavens and laid foundations for the earth.
But you have forgotten me, your Lord and Creator.
All day long you were afraid of [startled by, stand in awe of, shake] those who were angry [fury, rage, poison] and hoped to abuse [destroy, ruin, cast off, corrupt, spoil, waste] you.
Where are they now [where is the fury of the oppressor now] (Isaiah 51: 12-13).