I don’t want to be fearless.
I think it’s good that my 3 year old son gets scared when the table at our local hibachi restaurant spontaneously bursts into flames as the chef puts on his culinary show.
I think it’s good that my 5 year old daughter wants to hold my hand when we cross the street, though I’m glad she’s no longer terrified by strong gusts of wind.
I don’t want to be fearless and I don’t want to have fearless children.
But I do want to fear less.
Or to at least change my relationship with fear.
When fear comes to visit
As it occasionally does
I want to put it up in a local hotel or in my non-existent guest room.
I don’t want to let it invade my space
take over my entire house
kick me out of my bedroom
put on my slippers
drink my coffee
and read my newspaper.
Fear is a great teacher.
And like any great teacher
We are better off if we’re open open to the teaching
If we can figure out the relevance of the teaching in our own lives.
If the teaching is harmful or paralyzing
Then it’s the wrong teaching.
The teaching of fear can be a life affirming teaching
If we let it be.