One word that can evoke great fear.
I learned of Ebola years ago in high school. When I read my friend's Facebook status about missionaries contracting the disease, it was the first I had heard of the recent outbreak. My heart sank. In fact, I choked back tears. What a horrible way to die. Not, serving Christ, for that is sweet, rather the deadly virus.
My heart caught in my throat yesterday as I wrestled with the idea of traveling to an infected country. For a brief time I experienced what it is like to be a cancer patient with a very poor prognosis. Ashamedly my initial thoughts were not set on "things above". Quickly, by the power of the Spirit, I shifted my focus. What would I do with that time if I knew when I was going to die? How would I live? With whom would I plead to come to Christ? Such. urgency.
Yet, God calls His own to be fruitful(John 15). Some board planes knowing they will most likely never see their family again. Other enter jungles knowing they will likely die from the wilderness or a native. Would that I would find Jesus so sweet. Would that my heart would so long to see His name made known.
I will not fear death but rather the One who conquered it.