Being Brave


Being brave doesn’t mean I don’t have fear. Fear is healthy when it reminds me that I’m vulnerable and calls me to carefully discern my path. But taking the next step in spite of my fears is a choice in freedom to look beyond my feelings. Scripture tells me over and over- actually over 100 times- not to “be” afraid. Of course I will feel fear, but I can’t “be” in it. With loving encouragement, I can choose not to remain in fear. Being afraid can become like a prison. It can keep me from going out each day on the adventure of letting God use my life to share his love. Fear is the lock that says no, but God has the key to bring me out to yes. The key is friendship.

Living in faith is saying yes. But I need to be continually reminded that God has the best plan for my life, especially when I’m afraid.

If I knew God’s plan for my life was to jump in a boat, cross a misty lake and climb a mountain which I could see clearly from the dock, I might just stand on that dock for quite a while, admiring the view, wondering at the enormity of the plan and occasionally thinking about how much I dislike boats. Knowing what a home-body I am, I could gaze across the water at the majestic mountain and say to myself, “Wow, that’s more than a day-trip, no way!” Fear of the imagined discomforts of doing something difficult or of the unknown would seep in. If I were alone on that dock I might never get in the boat.

The Lord of the Rings gives me a clear analogy of really living in faith. Before ever setting out on his journey, Frodo had Gandalf. His mission began in that bond of love and truth. And while he set out in faith that Gandalf would meet him, suddenly he had Sam. And then whether he wanted them or not, he had Pippin and Merry. When things got increasingly confusing and dark, Frodo had Aragorn then Arwen, Legolas and Gimli. Tolkien knew that the key to the life of faith, with all its difficulty and unknowns, was the vulnerable love in true friendship.

I have Jesus. Human because he feared abandonment, torture and death. But so deeply loved that he not only accepted this suffering, he went out to meet it. With the love of his Father, in the Holy Spirit, he didn’t remain in his fear. Instead, he spent the night praying, with his friends- and drawing on the divine relationship of love, for the courage to accept his part in God’s plan for the world.

Being God, Jesus nevertheless chooses to call his disciples, friends. (John 15:15) I could never quite imagine that but over time I’ve come to relate to Jesus like a much older brother. He is the kindest and truest, though admittedly also the most mysterious of friends. Always leaving me free to choose, it is up to me to turn to him in prayer. When I open my heart, Scripture draws me into his compassion and wisdom. (Matt 11:28) Then renewed by his love Jesus sends me out to go and make disciples. (Matt 28:19)

So to live freely in faith, Jesus is the key. But just as he had his inner circle of Peter, James and John, I have others very close to me who are also on this mission of Love, trying to be the kind of brave Jesus was. They listen to me, pray for me and help me to get beyond my fears. But Jesus had other good friends such as Mary, Martha, Lazarus, Mary Magdalene, and the apostles. I have many friends old and new, teachers, priests and acquaintances who are like family to me because they try to do the will of God. All of them encourage me with their words, their presence and sometimes with emoticons! 🙂

By the lives of my friends I am reminded of the diverse beauty of God’s plan. Their vulnerable love for God and for those in need- including me, makes me brave. Remembering I am not alone, but surrounded by love, I leave fear behind and get into the boat.


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