Overcoming Fear

Fear is a universal emotion, if not a primal instinct.person. She had trouble sleeping at night and always
Each of us has felt it - recoiling from a sudden burstwanted to have someone nearby. She worried over
of flame or a snarling dog, for instance, or graspingevery symptom of aging and dreaded the prospect
at a railing and backing away from a sudden drop-off.of physical ailments or disabilities. By fifty she was
But there's another type of fear: the fear thatalready worrying about dying. Thankfully, her
comes with serious illness and the prospect of death.determination to be of use to other people and
This fear has less to do with self-preservation. It isbrighten their day kept her afloat - and prevented
fear of an uncertain future, fear of change, andthe fears that plagued her from driving her to the
perhaps most importantly, fear of facing one's lifebrink.
squarely and coming up empty-handed.Then cancer struck. Initially Dorie underwent several
When Matt, a 22-year-old I knew, was stricken by arounds of chemotherapy, and enjoyed several
malignant lymphoma a few years ago, we talkedcancer-free years. Then came a relapse. This time
about this fear, and those conversations have stayedthe cancer grew rapidly, and we knew Dorie did not
with me ever since. Like most patients who havehave long to live. She was in severe pain, and
just been diagnosed with a serious illness, Matt wasradiation provided only partial relief. Sitting with her
primarily concerned with his physical condition, at leastand talking seemed to help more. With her, my wife
at first, and peppered his doctors with all sorts ofand I sought for answers to her questions: What is
questions. What was the cause of the lymphoma?death? Why do we have to die? Is there life after
How effective was the treatment supposed to be?death? Together we read many passages from
What were his chances of survival? What did this orscripture about death and resurrection, searching for
that medical term mean? Within a few days,verses that would strengthen her. I reminded her
however, his overriding concern had changed to histhat she had served God and those around her for
spiritual state. It was as if he sensed that his life haddecades, and said I felt sure he would reward her.
taken an irreversible turn and that no matter whatAll the same, the last weeks of Dorie's life were an
the outcome, he needed to set it in order.enormous struggle, both physically and spiritually. One
Matt changed greatly over the following months. Atsensed it was not just a matter of ordinary human
the time he was diagnosed, he was a brash andanxiety, but a vital fight for her soul and spirit. She
often loud-mouthed joker; happy-go-lucky on theseemed besieged by dark powers. My wife and
surface, but privately terrified. Six short months later,daughters nursed her for days on end and
however, he was a different person. True, he neveraccompanied her through long hours of inner torment.
lost his silly streak, and was still scared at times, evenOnce she cried out that something evil had entered
near the end. But having gone through days andher room. With what little strength she had, she
nights of the most excruciating pain, he hadthrew a pillow at it, shouting, "Go away, darkness! Go
developed a new, deeper side. And having stoppedaway!" At such times those of us with her would
looking for an escape from the hard fact that hegather around her bed and turn to God in song or in
was dying, he had come to terms with the thought,prayer. Dorie loved the Lord's Prayer very much; it
and faced it head on. In doing so, he found strengthwas always an encouragement to her.
to meet the agonies of death calmly.One morning, after a particularly restless night, Dorie's
Not everyone dies peacefully, and it's not just afear was suddenly gone, and she said, "I want to
matter of emotional make-up or personality. Peacedepend on God alone." She was full of joy and
cannot be found solely by "working through" one'santicipation of that great moment when God would
feelings on a personal level. After all, we are nevertake her, and felt it would be very soon. She said,
alone, but are surrounded at all times by the cosmic"There's a surprise today: the kingdom's coming!
forces of evil and good. And though the battleWhen it comes, I will run downstairs and outside to
between them is played out in many arenas, I believewelcome it!" That same afternoon she exclaimed, "All
it is most intense wherever the soul of a dyingmy pain is gone. I feel so much better! Thank you,
person hangs in the balance.thank you, God!" A little later she said with a smile,
Dorie, a close friend of my mother's who felt"God will call me home tonight."
continually tormented by this conflict, lived with it notIn the evening, she called my family - her adoptive
only at the end of her life, but for decades. Doriefamily - together and hugged each one of us in
lived next door to our family for many years, first asfarewell. We sang and prayed by her bed, and she
a part of my parents' household and, after theirremained peaceful through the night. She slipped
deaths, as part of my own.away from us for good as dawn was breaking.
The Dorie most people knew was a happy personHaving fought as long and hard as she did, Dorie's
who found great joy in helping others. When a babydeparture was nothing less than a victory. She knew
was born, she was the first to arrive with fruit,what it was like to be gripped by cold fear, but she
flowers, and an offer to clean the house. It was theclung to her belief in a God who was greater than
same when guests were expected. Nothing satisfiedher anxieties and never let them completely
her as much as making sure the extra room wasoverwhelm her. And as she breathed her last, she did
dusted and the bed freshly made. She was endlesslyso with the calmness of those who have come to
cheerful, it seemed, and willing to do the mostrealize, as the first Christian believers expressed it,
mundane chore. She never expected or wantedthat the world is merely a bridge between earthly
thanks.and eternal life: "Cross over it, but do not build your
Underneath, however, Dorie was a nervous, anxioushouse on it.