I'm not afraid of much, but people who know me well would tell you that I have a slight paranoia about mice and water, and the theme music to 'Halloween'. I admit it freely, though not proudly. I had very traumatic experiences with all three when I was a child.
Concerning mice, I opened a kitchen drawer one time and had a little gray mouse leap out of the drawer at me. I shouted with an oath and was very nearly decked to the floor by my little mother who figured I'd been watching too much television. She could have been right; nevertheless, I hate mice and arm myself with long handled brooms every time I think there might be one under the fridge or behind the trashcan. I nearly beat a friend of mine blue around the feet and ankles when one ran between her feet one time. And you can laugh all you want, but you'd probably feel the same as me if you'd ever had a mouse leap out of a drawer at you.
Concerning water, I was taught to swim the same way that my daddy learned to swim. When I was about five years old, Dad took me out to a diving platform in the middle of a lake and tossed me off. I was wearing inflated floaties around my arms and popped right up to the surface, making my way for shore as fast as my dog paddling could carry me, but I could not escape. Twice more I was hauled against my will to the top of that diving platform and thrown to my possible peril. After the third time, he let me get away and I refused to leave the shallows thereafter. To this day, I hate water in which I cannot see the bottom, I don't really like water in which I can't touch bottom, and I refuse to open my eyes underwater for fear of coming eye to eye with the great white shark that is coming to eat me.
Concerning the theme music to 'Halloween', it's the first horror flick I ever saw in my life. I was ten years old, at home alone, waiting for 'Star Wars' to come on The Movie Channel on the first day we had cable, and 'Halloween' (actually the second installment) was the feature preceding the one I was waiting for. After watching the boogie man in a William Shatner mask hack and slice his way through a dark hospital in an attempt to kill the every beautiful Jamie Lee Curtis, I was shaking in my socks...especially when I had to walk out to our chicken house after sunset and make sure our chickens were secure. I was absolutely convinced that Michael Meyers was going to be hiding in the feed bin with a machete. To this day, that creepy, eerie, spooky piano theme makes the hair on the back of my neck rise.
But one thing I am not afraid of is people. As a preacher, I cannot afford the luxury of fearing men. Occasionally I preach a hard message, and fear has no hold on me. If I make people mad, if they won't give to the ministry, if they leave swearing they'll never come back, I stand secure in knowing I preached what the Lord gave me. Standing for right and righteousness does not bother me one bit, for what can anybody do to me? The Bible says we shouldn't fear those who can kill the body and send us to heaven; rather we should fear God who can kill the body and the destroy the soul in hellfire. That's a healthy fear to have.
But men don't scare me. (And to tell you the truth, neither really do mice, water, sharks, or Michael Meyers with a machete...I'd just rebuke him in the name of Jesus and run! He can't move very fast).
Proverbs 29:25
The fear of man brings a snare.
But whoever trusts in the Lord shall be safe.