Her story tells of a young doctor and a young widow who learn the lesson in faith of taking risks. That – (if I could steal a line from the end of her book) – faith’s first steps are “often taken neck-deep in fear”. The interesting and compelling aspect of the hero character is that he is afraid of the dark. Not a childhood fear of monsters under his bed but a grown man’s desperation.
If you plan on reading the story I urge you to jump ahead to the next paragraph ... NOW! (Spoiler Alert!) His fear is natural and explainable and even excusable. He has every reason to be afraid of the dark. He was buried alive. However, even though God allowed that experience in his life and saved him from it does not mean God expects him to carry that fear around.
If God doesn’t want His children walking through this life grasping fear in fist-fulls around our heart, then why do we?
