David C. Hughes, Writer

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Fear Not! (2014-10-07 Daily) [2 of 2]

After that day I dreaded driving when it was snowing, especially at night. The distress induced by trekking through that storm would manifest its full emotional fury whenever winter weather caught me on the road, twisting my stomach into knots. I lived through fear’s full-on attack in January 1985, and it took years for the effects of that experience to diminish and eventually disappear. I can truly say it changed my life.

“Let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is … fear itself,” Franklin D. Roosevelt said in his famous inaugural speech on March 4, 1933. “Nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.” Advancing into a lake effect snowstorm is trivial compared to a newly-inaugurated president taking the reins of a suffering nation, but by God’s grace we both managed to steer our vehicles through fear’s onslaught and emerge on the other side victorious.

I am totally convinced that Satan and the evil forces of the spiritual realm are real because I’ve experienced his direct attacks, both mentally and physically. His demons literally crossed the line into my house one time, and it took a mighty spiritual counteroffensive to drive him out. After the release of The Epiphany of Joy, the devil ramped up his attacks against me and he’s been pummeling me ever since. He’s pissed off because my obedience to God’s command has added one more brick to the building of God’s Kingdom on earth. He’s furious because my stepping out in faith counteracted his campaign of doubt and helped open the door a little wider to the salvation of souls. He’s angry because I allowed the Spirit to direct my thoughts, words, and actions in this endeavor, and my surrender has reinforced my testimony, and my testimony is yet one more voice against the lies being perpetrated across the planet. I have no doubt in God’s divine plan for me, and I have no doubt in Satan’s plan of fear and defeat.  As Jesus assured in the Gospel of John, “The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy. I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly” (John 10:10 NKJV). I’ve resolved that the devil’s not taking me out. No way in hell.

While God provides His word, His rhema, as our sword, the devil’s weapon of choice is fear, and he uses his weapon skillfully and ruthlessly. After all, he’s got nothing left to lose. “Faith is the power God uses to create,” wrote Kenneth Copeland. “Fear is the power the devil uses to destroy.”[1] And destroy he will, with relish and to completion, if we let him.

As I mentioned in The Epiphany of Joy, one of the biggest fears I faced when I left my job and launched my full time writing career is lack—not having enough to pay the bills, losing our house, living in a cardboard box under a bridge. Fear pounced hard after my first royalty payments weren’t even enough to cover the electric bill. But time and again God has brought me around to the truth, and time and again He’s remained faithful to His promises. God cannot lie. Satan cannot tell the truth. So it comes down to a choice: who am I going to believe, God or the devil? The choice is obvious, but sometimes it’s a very hard decision to make.

It took over two years from when God commanded me to write The Epiphany of Joy to when I actually left my job to finish the book. In that time, both Mary and I fought mightily against the enemy’s whispers regarding financial provision. One afternoon Mary walked into my office, and we got into a discussion about the fear of not having enough money to make ends meet. As we talked and cried and prayed, I recalled something I’d recently heard.

“Jesus is my husband,” I assured her. I know, it sounds weird, but it’s Biblically accurate. As the church is the bride of Christ, and because I’m a member of the Body of Christ—the church—Jesus is therefore my bridegroom, my husband. As my own wife looks to me to provide her with security, I likewise look to Jesus for all of my provision. All of it. He is not only my Savior, He is my Lord, and as my Lord He is my Rock, my Security and my Provider. He is ever faithful to His promises and He cares for me deeply; there is nothing to fear—I can rely on that Truth until the day I die, and then some.

Seventy times the words “Do not be afraid” appear in the Bible, from Genesis to Revelation. Seventy times God invites us to step out in faith, let go of fear, and put our total trust in Him. “Are not five sparrows sold for two copper coins?” Jesus asked. “And not one of them is forgotten before God. But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. Do not fear therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows” (Luke 12:6-7 NKJV). I am valued, I am thought of, I am provided for.

But can I tell you something? Not a day goes by without worry or fear crossing my mind in some form or another. Some days the fear is strong, other days it’s just a passing thought. Some days the writing clicks along, my creativity explodes all over the computer screen, and my thoughts are as clear as the horizon after a passing cold front. Other days, especially lately, fear seems to crawl into bed with me first thing in the morning and cling to me as I try to churn out an essay, a blog post, a book chapter, or a curriculum. The worst days, though, are when fear germinates inside of me and tears me apart like the gastro alien in the classic movie. But I move forward despite the fear, because I know exactly what it is: a spiritual attack designed to knock me off my horse and trample me into ineffectiveness for the Kingdom of God. I know what Satan is up to, I know he’s already lost the war and I refuse to relent to his messed-up plans.

“Sometimes what you’re most afraid of doing is the very thing that will set you free,” said Robert Tew,[2] and there’s nothing like walking solidly in the will of God to set a person free. Doing what I’m doing has forced me to face my deepest and most persistent fears in the fight of my life.  And you know what?  I’m kicking the snot out of it.  When Mary and I took the final step into this new lifestyle over a year ago, we told God flat out we were ready to let go of everything, including the house.  Now that was scary!  But we’re standing on God’s promises of provision, wisdom, courage, and joy. “… seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness,” Jesus commanded, “and all these things shall be added to you” (Matthew 6:33 NKJV).  This life was meant to be an adventure, a joy-filled journey met head on, a gift of experience to be lived out courageously, squarely planted in God’s palm. Even if we have to drive through a blizzard to achieve it.

I would like to leave you with a prayer by Thomas Merton from Thoughts in Solitude. Be blessed and fear not, for God is with you. Always.


My Lord God, I have no idea where I am going. I do not see the road ahead of me. I cannot know for certain where it will end. Nor do I really know myself, and the fact that I think I am following your will does not mean that I am actually doing so. But I believe that the desire to please you does in fact please you. And I hope I have that desire in all that I am doing. I hope that I will never do anything apart from that desire. And I know that if I do this you will lead me by the right road, though I may know nothing about it. Therefore I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death. I will not fear, for you are ever with me, and you will never leave me to face my perils alone.[3]


[1] Copeland, Kenneth. “Fear or Faith: The Choice is Yours.” kcm.org. 1997-2014. Kenneth Copeland Ministries. 2 October 2014. http://www.kcm.org/real-help/article/fear-or-faith-choice-yours

[2] Tew, Robert. goodreads.com. 2014. Goodreads, Inc. 2 October 2014. https://www.goodreads.com/search?q=Robert+Tew&search%5Bsource%5D=goodreads&search_type=quotes&tab=quotes

[3] Merton, Thomas. Thoughts in Solitude. 1956. Wikiquote. 27 June 2014. Wikimedia Foundation. 3 October 2014. http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Thomas_Merton


Copyright ©2014 by David C. Hughes


Head Games (2014-09-09 Daily) [2 of 2]

Alcohol is another offender.  I recently read that, contrary to popular belief, Ernest Hemmingway did not imbibe while he worked.  “Hemingway was notoriously fond of drinking,” wrote Chantal Martineau in an article about Papa’s drinking habits on the Food Republic website, “but he refrained from indulging while writing.”[i]  I also refrain from it while working because, frankly, alcohol and coherent thoughts don’t mix.  And the aftereffects of alcohol, at least for me, can sometimes hobble clear thinking for days after, even if I’ve only drunk a single glass of wine.  Alcohol has a tendency to suppress creativity and spread a pall of flatness over my mood like a three-day marine layer over a southern California beach.  So I strive to keep the cork tightly inserted into the bottle, only popping it when I know I’ll be taking a sabbatical from creative or analytical thinking for the next day or two.

I’ve also found that over-the-counter medications like diphenhydramine can upset the hay wagon of creativity.  When I take two Benadryl at bedtime, I may wake up the next morning with what Mary and I call a “Benadryl hangover,” the lethargy and heavy head left over after the medication has done its job.  Antihistamines and other cold-fighting medications have the same effect.  I now refuse to take any medications whatsoever unless I’m dying from a sinus infection and my snoring causes Mary to consider shutting me up with a pillow placed strategically over the offending soft palate.  Not good news.  Speaking of which . . .

I also had to give up listening to the news on the radio and watching it on TV.  For me, no news is definitely good news because I focus much better without the constant barrage of negativity, stupidity, and petty judgmentalism so pervasive in today’s news outlets, especially around election time.  One day, as I helped my father-in-law in his shop, he turned on the radio to the local talk radio station.  Hour after hour the hosts flung insidious poo at my addled brain.  The incisive language, the ruthless attacks against the Administration, and the fear-based ads for gold, identity theft protection, and male enhancement products did little to encourage my hope for a kinder, gentler America.  Quite the opposite: it made me want to escape to an undisclosed offshore tax haven in the Caribbean where grace is easier to come by.

Now I get my news by reading it rather than listening to it or watching it, a throwback to slower, more reasonable times.  In that way I can moderate what goes into my head so as to enhance what comes out through my fingers.  The noise issuing from the electronic boxes is nothing more than just that: noise.  William James once said, “Why should we think upon things that are lovely? Because thinking determines life.”  And what’s more lovely than thinking about the glory of God rather than the baseness of man?  A calmer, more rational mind makes for focused, more inspired writing.  I may not be totally up to speed on current events, but my life is definitely less frenetic and more focused on what really matters: loving God, loving others, and playing Parcheesi with my six-year-old daughter.

“Thinking is the hardest work there is,” said Henry Ford, “which is probably the reason why so few engage in it.”  Because my life now requires me to be constantly on my game—to engage in it, as Henry Ford said—it’s become imperative for me to start the day in communion with God in His Word at the breakfast bar, transition to communion with God and His words breathed through me at the computer, and end the day in communion with God and my family playing ladder golf in the back yard.  And if staying on my game—remaining sober and vigilant—means becoming a teetotaler, then so be it.  The devil’s in the details.  And in the stimulants, the over-the-counter pharmaceuticals, the talk show drivel, the news, and the byproducts of fermentation.  By staying clear-minded, I get into the adversary’s head instead of him getting into mine, and there’s no better way to subjugate a roaring lion than to yank out all of his teeth.


Copyright © 2014 by David C. Hughes

[i] Chantal Martineau. “7 Things You Didn’t Know About Ernest Hemingway’s Drinking Habits.” Food Republic.com. 30 October 2012. Food Republic. 3 September 2014. http://www.foodrepublic.com/2012/10/30/7-things-you-didnt-know-about-ernest-hemingways-dr

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