The Anatomy of Fear

I spent almost fifteen years in ministry pretending to be something I wasn't.

Fifteen years. Think about that. That's 5,475 days of waking up and putting on a costume. The pastor mask. Mr. Has-It-All-Together. The guy with answers for everything—your marriage, your kids, your calling, your cat's anxiety disorder. Whatever you needed, I had a verse for it. Or at least I'd pretend I did.

Creative? Check. Biblical scholar? You bet. Could leap tall buildings with a single bound? Just watch me try.

Except none of it was real. I was working myself into the ground—fingers bloody, soul empty—because somewhere deep in my gut lived this gnawing terror: If I don't know exactly everything I'm talking about, why would anyone listen to me in the first place?

So I doubled down. Became the expert. The professional. The seminary-trained theological machine who never said "I don't know" because... well, because I couldn't.

Imposter syndrome? Maybe. My own twisted insecurity? Probably. But mostly? It was just fear.

Raw, unfiltered, middle-of-the-night fear that whispered: You're not qualified. They're going to find out. And when they do, you're done.

The stupid thing is—and I mean really stupid—that same fear that was supposed to protect me from being exposed? It was literally killing me. And not just me. It was suffocating my church.

Because fear does this thing. It doesn't just mess with you. It locks you into this performance mindset where you can't let anyone else touch anything because what if they screw it up? What if they do it better? What if—God forbid—they realize they don't actually need you?

So you become the bottleneck. The lid. The guy who has to approve the font on the bulletin because letting go feels like dying.

Crazy, right? It's absolutely crazy what fear does to us.

The Fear That Actually Runs Everything

Look, we all know the acceptable fears. The ones you can mention at pastor conferences without people backing away slowly.

Budget issues. Got 'em. Church growth. Sure. That one family that's always mad about something. Classic.

But the real fear? The one pulling all the strings?

You're not enough. You've never been enough. And everybody's about to find out.

This is the fear that had me up until 2 a.m. tweaking sermons that were already fine. Not good—fine. But fine wasn't enough because what if someone, somewhere, found a hole? What if they asked a question I couldn't answer? What if they realized their pastor was just some guy making it up as he went along?

So I said yes to—everything. Because saying no might reveal I had limits. Human limits. And humans don't get to be pastors, right? Only superhumans need apply.

You want to know the worst part? I couldn't delegate. Not really. Oh, I'd "delegate"—you know—give someone a task and then hover over them like a helicopter parent at a kindergarten recital. Because what if they did it wrong? Or worse—what if they did it better?

I've coached hundreds of pastors since those days. And here's what kills me: Every. Single. One. Is fighting the same demon. Different costume—same monster underneath.

When Fear Becomes Your Operating System

Here's what fifteen years of fear-based ministry taught me: Fear doesn't just influence your decisions. It becomes your whole deal. Your OS. The lens you see everything through.

You think you're being faithful. Nope. You're being afraid.

That control thing you do? Where you have to check everyone's work seventeen times? That's not "excellence"—that's terror that someone might discover you don't actually know how to fix what they might break.

The way you prepare for every possible question that could ever be asked in the history of Christianity? Not thoroughness. Fear.

That thing where you become a different person for different people? Scholar for the seminary grads. Counselor for the broken. CEO for the business guys. BFF for the lonely.

You know what that is? It's not being "all things to all people." It's being nothing to yourself.

And everybody starts buying it. They need the performance now. You've trained them to expect Superman, and now you're stuck in the phone booth, tangled in your cape, wondering how the hell you got here.

The Expert Death Trap

Let me paint you a picture. Someone asks you a question. Simple question. Something about Melchizedek or whatever. You don't know. Normal human response? "Great question, let me look into that."

But you're not normal anymore. You're pastor. So fear starts whispering—no, screaming: If you don't know about Melchizedek, why should they trust you with their soul?

Stupid, right? Like, breathtakingly stupid. But at 10 p.m. on a Tuesday, it makes perfect sense.

So you punt. You deflect. You give some vague answer wrapped in seminary words. "Well, the Melchizedekian priesthood represents a typological foreshadowing of..." Blah blah blah. They nod. You survived.

Then you go home and spend three hours researching everything about this random Old Testament king because God forbid someone asks a follow-up question.

Fast forward a few years. Now you're the guy who knows everything. Walking Wikipedia. Human concordance. People brag about you. "Our pastor? Oh, he knows everything."

Meanwhile, you're missing your kid's soccer game to research the archaeological evidence for the Jebusites. Just in case. You're staying up past midnight memorizing stuff you'll never use again. You're slowly morphing from a person into a performance.

And the real kicker? The expert trap is a prison where you're both the warden and the inmate. Because experts don't need help. Experts don't have bad days. Experts don't get to say, "Man, I'm struggling with that too."

The Three Lies Fear Sold Me

Lie #1: "One Mistake and You're Done"

This is fear's greatest hit. One "I don't know," one visible struggle, one moment of being human, and boom—credibility shot. Authority gone. Church shopping begins.

So you bury everything. Your doubts? Buried. Your marriage struggles? Buried so deep archaeologists couldn't find them. That season when you weren't sure you even believed anymore? Man, that got buried under concrete.

But here's what I learned after my life imploded: People don't need a perfect pastor. They need a real one. Someone who's figuring it out too, just maybe a chapter ahead in the book.

Lie #2: "Their Disappointment Is Your Responsibility"

Oh, this one nearly killed me. Literally.

Someone's upset? My fault—should've worked harder. Someone left the church? My fault—should've loved them better. Someone's marriage fell apart? My fault—should've counseled them more.

I became a shapeshifter. A pastoral chameleon. Whoever you needed me to be, that's who I'd become. For about an hour. Then I'd quick-change for the next person.

Truth bomb: Other people's expectations? That's their business. Your business is being faithful to who God actually called you to be. Not who the board wants. Not who your predecessor was. You.

Lie #3: "Weakness Equals Disqualification"

This lie is a masterpiece. Satan should win an Oscar for this one.

If people see you struggle, they'll stop following. If you admit uncertainty, they'll stop listening. If you show humanity, you lose spiritual authority.

So I wore myself out maintaining the image. Never tired. Never uncertain. Never had a bad day. Never wrong about anything ever in the history of everything.

You know what finally shattered this lie?

Complete. System. Failure.

My body just... stopped. Like someone pulled the plug. Exhaustion so complete that maintaining the mask became physically impossible.

And when the mask finally fell off? When people saw the actual human underneath?

They were relieved.

Turns out they didn't want Superman. They wanted someone who understood what it was like to be Clark Kent.

Your Body Will Tell the Truth

Saturday night chest tightness? That's fear warming up for Sunday.

Can't sleep at 2 a.m.? That's fear running tomorrow's disaster scenarios.

Weird stomach stuff no doctor can diagnose? Fear, eating you from the inside out.

That thirty-pound weight gain or loss? Fear, messing with your metabolism.

The headaches, the back pain, that eye twitch that won't stop? All fear. All of it.

For fifteen years, I called this "the cost of ministry." Like it was noble. Like exhaustion was a spiritual discipline. Look at me, dying for Jesus!

Except I wasn't dying for Jesus. I was dying for an image. A performance. A lie.

The Day Everything Changed

I'll never forget it. Sunday morning. Someone asked about some theological thing—predestination or prayer or something. And instead of my usual verbal gymnastics, I just... stopped.

Looked at them.

Took a breath.

"You know what? I don't know."

The room went quiet. You could hear people breathing. The expert had just admitted ignorance. The emperor had no clothes. The wizard had stepped out from behind the curtain.

I waited for the floor to open up. For lightning to strike. For people to head for the exits.

Instead, this older guy in the back—been in church longer than I'd been alive—said: "Thank God. I was starting to think you weren't human."

The Vulnerability Sweet Spot

Okay, so here's where pastors screw this up in the opposite direction—vulnerability. 

Vulnerability doesn't mean turning Sunday service into your therapy session. Nobody needs to hear about your irritable bowel syndrome from the pulpit. That's not vulnerability—that's oversharing. Big difference.

Don't get naked. But maybe show a little skin.

Let them see you're human, not that you're falling apart. Share the struggle you're winning, not the one that's currently kicking your butt. Admit you don't have all the answers without listing every doubt that haunts you at 3 a.m.

I learned this the hard way. When I first started dropping the mask, I went too far. Way too far. Thought vulnerability meant letting it all hang out. But that's not helpful—it's just messy. And it makes your congregation feel like they need to pastor you.

Here's the sweet spot: Share your struggles when you've got at least one foot on solid ground. Talk about the fears you're fighting, not the ones that have you in a chokehold.

But—and this is crucial—make it more about what God is doing than about your dysfunction.

When I talk about those fifteen years of pretending? I'm not camping out in the mess. I'm pointing to the God who met me there. When I admit "I don't know," I'm making space for the God who does.

Your weakness becomes a window into God's strength. Your struggle becomes proof that God uses imperfect people. Which, let's be honest, is the only kind of people He's got to work with.

Do this right? You give people hope. Not just "oh good, the pastor's messed up too" hope. But "oh good, God shows up for messed up people" hope.

The Truth About Fear and the Kingdom

Here's what took me fifteen years to figure out—what I'm still figuring out—ear is the opposite of everything Jesus is about.

Fear keeps you from equipping others. Why? Because equipped people don't need you as much. And if they don't need you, what are you worth?

Fear keeps you from being an authentic pastor. Because authenticity requires vulnerability. And vulnerability feels like death when your whole identity is built on having your act together.

Fear makes you the bottleneck of your own ministry. Everything has to flow through you because you're too scared to trust anyone else. So you become the lid on your church's potential. Congratulations—you're now the thing keeping your church from growing.

But here's the real tragedy—fear makes you build a kingdom where you're the king. Where everything depends on you. Your performance. Your knowledge. Your strength. You become the functional savior.

And that? That's exhausting. Soul-crushing, body-breaking exhausting. Because you were never supposed to be anyone's savior. That position's been filled.

Jesus doesn't do fear. Never has. When He says "fear not," He's not giving you a pep talk. He's showing you how the Kingdom actually works.

In the Kingdom, you don't have to know everything. The Spirit teaches. In the Kingdom, you don't have to be strong. His power shows up in weakness. In the Kingdom, it's not about you. You're not the hero of this story. You're barely a supporting character. And that's the best news you'll hear all day.

The Invitation Fear Hates

What would ministry look like if you stopped being afraid of being disqualified?

Seriously. Sit with that for a second.

What if you admitted you don't have all the answers? What if you let people see you sweat? What if you stopped managing everyone's expectations? What if you gave others the chance to fail? What if you stopped performing and started... living?

Write down one thing you'd do differently if fear wasn't running the show. Don't overthink it. Don't spiritualize it. Don't form a committee about it. Just write it down.

Because after fifteen years of being afraid, here's what finally hit me: The very thing you think will disqualify you? That's probably the exact thing that'll make you human again. And human is what people are starving for. Not another religious robot. Not another polished performance. Just someone real enough to admit they don't have it all figured out.

They need to know they're not the only ones barely keeping it together.

Where We Go From Here

If you're exhausted from performing, terrified of being exposed, convinced that one mistake will end everything—you're not alone. You're not weak. You're not faithless.

You're just human. And that's exactly what God can use.

Because here's the gospel truth that changes everything—Jesus already did the work. Already qualified you. Already made you enough. Not because of your performance. Because of His.

The fear that's been running your life? It assumes you're on your own. That it's all on you. That if you drop the ball, God's purposes fail. That's not faith. That's atheism with Christian vocabulary.

The real Jesus—not the one fear invented—doesn't need your perfection. He needs your surrender. Doesn't need your expertise. Needs your availability. Doesn't need you to be the savior.

He already is.

And when you finally believe that? Really believe it? Fear loses its power. Not because you've become fearless. But because you've remembered Whose you are.

The work is finished. You're already loved. You have nothing to prove. No more white-knuckling your way through ministry. ◼︎

Your Fear Needs a Voice

I want to hear from you. Really. What fear has been running your ministry? What terror have you been dressing up as wisdom? What exhausting performance are you ready to drop?

Send me an email. Don't polish it. Don't make it sound spiritual. Just tell me the truth about what you're afraid of: [email protected]. I read every single one. And sometimes, just naming it to someone who gets it is where freedom starts. You don't have to be afraid alone anymore.

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