There is a story told about a mild-mannered little fellow who sold everything he had and moved west to open up a saloon in a frontier town. He enjoyed his new life, serving drinks to the men who frequented his establishment.
One day a wild-eyed cowboy burst into the saloon and yelled, “Big John’s comin’ to town!” All the men took off running, and within seconds the place was deserted.
Curious, the owner peeked outside, and on the horizon he saw a cloud of dust getting larger and larger. Soon he could make out the biggest, meanest looking man he had ever seen. This giant was riding a buffalo and using a rattlesnake for a whip. The little man rushed back into the saloon and hid behind the bar as the stranger came to a stop and walked into his place.
The big man brought his fist down with such force that it cracked the bar, and growled, “Whiskey!” The timid bartender pushed a bottle of whiskey toward him. The man broke off the top of the bottle with his bare hands and started slugging down huge drinks. He seemed to calm down a bit more with each drink, so the saloon owner began to think that maybe he would survive this encounter. He meekly asked, “Sir, would you like another whiskey?”
The giant replied, “No! Are you crazy? I’m gettin’ out of here! Big John’s comin’ to town!”
Sometimes our fear is misdirected. We shouldn’t fear other people. Jesus teaches us that we should fear God and have a healthy respect for the Lord. He says, “I tell you, my friends, do not be afraid of those who kill the body and after that can do no more. But I will show you whom you should fear: Fear him who, after the killing of the body, has power to throw you into hell. Yes, I tell you, fear him.” (Luke 12:4-5).