Week of September 18
To celebrate the release of Fearless, UpWords is giving away a free chapter of Fearless each week for a month. Read on for an excerpt from the Fear Not Promise Book, then download Chapter 5 of Fearless.
Believeby Max Lucado
Jairus fell at Jesus' feet, "saying again and again, ‘My daughter is dying. Please come and put your hands on her so she will be healed and will live'" (Mark 5:23).
There are no games. No haggling. No masquerades. The situation is starkly simple: Jairus is blind to the future and Jesus knows the future. So Jairus asks for his help.
And Jesus, who loves the honest heart, goes to give it…[He] turns immediately to Jairus and pleads: "Don't be afraid; just believe" (v. 36).
Jesus compels Jairus to see the unseen. When Jesus says, "Just believe … ," he is imploring, "Don't limit your possibilities to the visible. Don't listen only for the audible. Don't be controlled by the logical. Believe there is more to life than meets the eye!"
"Trust me," Jesus is pleading. "Don't be afraid; just trust."
From Fear Not Promise Book
Originally printed in He Still Moves Stones
FEARLESS Chapter 5:
"My Child is in Danger"
by Max Lucado
No one told me that newborns make nighttime noises. All night long. They gurgle; they pant. They whimper; they whine. They smack their lips and sigh. They keep Daddy awake. At least Jenna kept me awake. I wanted Denalyn to sleep. Thanks to a medication mix-up, her post-C-section rest was scant. So for our first night home with our first child, I volunteered to serve as first responder. We wrapped our eight pounds and four ounces of beauty in a soft pink blanket, placed her in the bassinet, and set it next to my side of the bed. Denalyn fell quickly into a sound slumber. Jenna followed her mom's example. And Dad? This dad didn't know what to make of the baby noises.
When Jenna's breathing slowed, I leaned my ear onto her mouth to see if she was alive. When her breathing hurried, I looked up "infant hyperventilation" in the family medical encyclopedia. When she burbled and panted, so did I. After a couple of hours I realized, I have no clue how to behave! I lifted Jenna out of her bed, carried her into the living room of our apartment, and sat in a rocker. That's when a tsunami of sobriety washed over me.
I don't care how tough you are. You may be a Navy SEAL who specializes in high-altitude skydiving behind enemy lines. You might spend each day making million-dollar, split-second stock market decisions. Doesn't matter. Every parent melts the moment he or she feels the full force of parenthood.
How did I get myself into this? I retraced my steps. First came love, then came marriage, then the discussions of a baby carriage...