What are you afraid of way down deep? Some people delight in suspending their disbelief and letting themselves be scared of that which truly can not harm. I admit, that is a nice momentary thrill…every entertaining.

      That is not what I speaking of here. I want to know what lies down deep inside. The thing that needs no spark of playful imagination to come suddenly to life. I speak of the pestilence that walketh in darkness; the destruction that wasteth at noonday. Does it have a name?

      Is it Death? that blackened end of thought and sense?

      Is it Devil? The Prince of Hell with an insatiable hunger for human souls?

      Have you considered God? He who would require of you an answer?

      There are those who claim the ability to be conversant, even accusatory, in the face of Absolute Good and Divine Holiness. I am not one of them.

      My fear of Death grows dimmer by the day. On occasion, I have been face to face with devils. I neither relish nor boast. However, I tremble at the thought of my life and thoughts laid open before the Councils of the Most High God. I should wither as a vampire in the sun at a single gaze upon such as God must be.

      It is not absolute Evil I fear… It is absolute Good.

      Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, “Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.”