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Chapter 1, Chapter 5, Chapter 6
This week, in partnership wtih Thomas Nelson Publishers, we are giving away Chapter 9 of Fearless. If you would like to read the entire book, please consider supporting UpWords, the nonprofit teaching ministry of Max Lucado with your purchase of Fearless, orbecame an annual ministry partner and receive a free copy of Fearless (along with discounts, free MP3 sermons and more).
Read on for an excerpt from the Fear Not Promise Book, then download Chapter 9 of Fearless.
Rememberby Max Lucado
Jesus performed two bread-multiplying miracles: in one he fed 5,000 people, in the other 4.000. Still his disciples, who witnessed both feast, worried about empty pantries. A frustrated Jesus rebuked them: "Are your hearts too hard to take it in?...Don't you remember anything at all?" (Mark 8:17-18 NLT).
Short memories harden he heart. Make careful note of God's blessings. Declare with David: "[I will] daily add praise to praise. I'll write the book on your righteousness, talk up your salvation the livelong day, never run out of good things to write or say" (Psalm 71:14-15 MSG).
Catalog God's goodness. Meditate on them. He has fed you, led you, and earned your trust. Remember what God has done for you.
From Fear Not Promise Book
Originally printed in 3:16, The Numbers of Hope
FEARLESS Chapter 9:
by Max Lucado
A Monopoly champion sits in your office. The Michael Phelps of the game board. The Pelé of the Boardwalk. He spends all day every day slam-dunking the competition, collecting houses, Park Places, and make-believe money the way Solomon collected wives. He never goes to jail, always passes Go, and has permanent addresses on Illinois and Kentucky avenues. If the Fortune 500 ranked Monopoly billionaires, this guy would out-Buffett Warren Buffett. No one has more money than he.
And he wants you to help him invest it. You are, after all, a financial planner. You speak the language of stocks and annuities, have ample experience with IRAs, mutual funds, and securities. But all your experience didn't prepare you for this request. Yet here he sits in your office, encircled by bags of pink cash and little plastic buildings. Invest Monopoly earnings?
"I have 314 Park Places, 244 Boardwalks, and enough Reading Railroads to circle the globe like thread on a spool."
Is this guy for real? You do your best to be polite. "Seems you've amassed quite a Monopoly fortune."
He crosses his arms and smiles. "Indeed I have. And I'm ready for you to put it to work. It's time for me to sit back and take it easy. Let someone else monopolize Monopoly for a while."
You take another look at his stacks of funny money and toy real estate and abandon all tact. "Sir, you're crazy. Your currency has no value. Your cash has no clout. Outside of your game, it's worthless. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you've made a foolish mistake. In fact, you are a fool."
Strong language. But if you choose to use it, you are in the company of God.
And [Jesus] told them this parable: "The ground of a certain rich man produced a good crop. He thought to himself, ‘What shall I do? I have no place to store my crops.'
"Then he said, ‘This is what I'll do. I will tear down my barns and build bigger ones, and there I will store all my grain and my goods. And I'll say to myself, "You have plenty of good things laid up for many years. Take life easy; eat, drink and be merry. '
"But God said to him, ‘You fool! This very night your life will be demanded from you. Then who will get what you have prepared for yourself?'
He seemed to be a decent fellow, this wealthy farmer. Sharp enough to turn a profit, savvy enough to enjoy a windfall. For all we know he made his fortune honestly. No mention is made of exploitation or embezzlement. He put his God-given talent to making talents and succeeded. Flush with success, he resolved to learn a lesson from the fable of the ant and the grasshopper.
The grasshopper, you'll remember, wondered why the ant worked so hard in the summer day...