Fear of Man

What torment we put ourselves through because of the value we place on the attitudes and opinions of others toward us.

Realizing the effect of that grievous burden, we throw it off and are greatly relieved until a day comes when we find it had somehow grown on our backs once more to torment us, increasingly so. We must make a choice between praise of man and praise of God.

 

How sweet the deliverance from chains that bind

A man to many lords,

As peace and rest come to his soul

Which he has not known before!

The disquieted mind beleaguered with questions,

Bedraggled with doubt and confusion,

Struggles to know the answer at hand

Which seems to be but an illusion.

How fruitless the concentration on

Opinions of other people!

How taxing the consternation

About all their thoughts and actions!

To the extent one values their words

And seeks to be praised of men,

To this extent are they his lords

And idols are they within.

Seek not to prove that the wrong are wrong;

Seek not to prove you are right,

But speak the truth both gently and wisely

And leave it without a fight.

Fear no man but fear only God,

For once all is said and done,

To God will we answer

And He is the Judge

Of all things under the sun.

All things that are hidden

Will come to the light

In due time, whether good or bad,

And when His plan is fully complete,

Then all will receive praise of God.

Dauphin, 1978, 79

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