Heroes in the Time of Fear [Proper 7B]
The Rev. Jeremiah Williamson Mark 4:35-41 & I Samuel 17 Heroes in the Time of Fear I still remember it vividly – because fear is like that; it sticks in the soul. When I was a child, we lived in a dodgy neighborhood, close to a junk yard. Our house was a long, brick ranch – and my bedroom was at one end, while my parents’ room was at the opposite end. A long hallway separated us. And I had this fear that, in the night, someone was going to drive down our long driveway, the one between the junk yard and our home, and break into our house and take me or hurt me – me at the end of the long hallway. Any time I heard a noise late at night, fear washed over me, whispered its dark secrets into my frantic mind. And I would pull the red quilt, the one decorated with the birds of Ohio, the one from my grandmother, over my head and I would try my best not to move a muscle. I would slow my breathing so that no intruder could hear me hidin...