Fear of demon possession formed my second fear. Once again, boiling adolescence fell prey to the manipulation of different speakers. Whatever it was that I had or did must be a demon. Finally, I feared that I might have committed the unpardonable sin. Eventually, with greater understanding of God, that terror gave way to respect and love.
Fear has torment.
Whoever has fear has not been perfected in love. Finally, I truly saw Jesus, the Father and the Holy Spirit. The plug was pulled on terror. It was all so obvious and logical. The upshot of all of this is that I, now armed with greater understanding, determined to be an instrument of fearlessness in the lives of others.