“I, even I, am He who comforts you. Why should you be afraid of mortal man, of a son of man who withers like grass?“I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you, that you are afraid of man who shall die, and of the son of man who will be made as grass?I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou shouldest be afraid of a man that shall die, and of the son of man which shall be made as grass;I, even I, am he that comforteth you: who art thou, that thou art afraid of man that shall die, and of the son of man that shall be made as grass;
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… All right? Isaiah 51 verse 12. I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you that you should be afraid of a man who will die, the son of man who will be made like grass and you forget the Lord your maker who stretched out the heaven lays the foundations of the earth you have feared continually every day go back to verse 12 I even I am he who comforts you who are you to fear that's an interesting approach to fear you would think that the father would come and pat us on the back and massage our egos and say oh here here I'll take care of everything for you everything's fine he actually stands before us and he says, I'm the one who comforts you. Have you noticed my size? Who do you think you are being afraid? Who do you think you are? Did you actually think it was about you? sometimes we need a wake-up call like that that that isn't the sympathetic pat that we thought we were going to get and instead it's the jar into the reality oh when i choose fear i'm choosing the inferior of the absolute manifested presence of god who is here to defend me in any and every situation fear is embracing the inferior who do you think you are being afraid nobody look at look at Isaiah 54 Isaiah 54 has a great verse on the fear that verse 13 is a is a prayer that I've prayed over my own children still do I've been praying for probably 39 years …
… Don't explain them away, just accept them. Isaiah 51, verse 12. I, I am he who comforts you. Who are you that you are afraid of man? who dies. what else do you say to that I I am he who comforts you who are you that you are afraid of man who dies of the son of man who is made like grass and have forgotten the Lord your maker who stretched out the heavens and laid the foundations of the earth and you fear continual all the day because of the wrath of the oppressor when he sets himself to destroy. So you have all these passages where he's begging Israel, why? Why are you trusting in all these people? These are people. Do you realize that people die and that I don't? Do you realize that people make plans and they don't work? and yet every time I speak and say something is going to happen, it happens. Why? Why would you go anywhere else? I am he who comforts you. …
… All right? Isaiah 51, verse 12. I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you that you should be afraid of a man who will die, or the son of man who will be made like grass? And you forget the Lord your maker, who stretched out the heaven, laid the foundations of the earth. You have feared continually every day. Go back to verse 12. I, even I, am he who comforts you. Who are you to fear? That's an interesting approach to fear. You would think that the Father would come and pat us on the back and massage our egos and say, oh, here, here, I'll take care of everything for you. Everything's fine. He actually stands before us and he says, I'm the one who comforts you. Have you noticed my size? who do you think you are being afraid who do you think you are did you actually think it was about you sometimes we need a wake-up call like that that that isn't the sympathetic pat that we thought we were going to get and instead it's the jar into the reality oh when i choose fear i'm choosing the inferior of the absolute manifested presence of god who is here to defend me in any and every situation fear is embracing the inferior who do you think you are being afraid nobody look at Isaiah 54 Isaiah 54 has a great verse on the fear that verse 13 is a prayer that I've prayed over my own children, still do …