I watched a woman drive by me. With both hands on the wheel, she watched carefully straight ahead. But the car spoke louder of her character than her attentiveness. It was a rusty beat up old boat from the eighties.
Obviously, she is trying hard to do the best she can with what she has.
But I wondered about her hope. Being a born protector, the woman is concerned about her family, children, parents, friends, sickness, stability. Does she know how intensely greater a protector is the Lord Jesus?
Has she learned to be protected? Does she have joy inside all that dutiful good habit?
Setting a man on one side, and a woman on the other, consider their characteristic behaviors. If a man could lay his hands on the father of lies, he would tear and punch and kick and scream venomous violence, as he tried to take down his foe. How would this woman act in the same environment?
Would she huddle with her children in a darkened corner? Or with excellent fearless violence, would her face explode with fierce anger as she rushed to dismember this one who has harmed her so; this one who threatens her great instinctual desire?
Would she cower in abject terror, or would she do as Peter has told her: Be fearless! Believe! Live your life in Christ with complete peace of heart. Show no fear, trusting that God is greater than you.