I am afraid of heights. No. I am terrified of heights.
I needed to work on my two-story house in Kansas City. The strategy I had planned didn=t slow down the elephants tromping around in my stomach. I purchased some eye hooks, clamps and strap. Reaching the second story I would screw the eye hooks into the window casing, attach the strap which now had clamps at both ends to the eye hook and to my belt. If I lost my footing at least I would not fall . . . very far.
My brother-in-law, an accomplished carpenter came over to give me some assistance. He quickly climbed the ladder. I followed at a safe pace. By the time I reached the roof, I was quaking and the ladder was shaking.
I hesitantly brought my safety device out of my pocket and explained my intention with some embarrassment. He looked it over in disbelief and tossed my plan to the ground. The rest of the day I clung to the roof like a cobweb clings to the hair of an unfortunate person who walks through its ornate design.
This cannot adequately describe the fear that will paralyze the unrepentant as they fall prostrate before the throne of God. We who know Him fear Him differently. Our fear is not terror but of awe and respect mixed with an overwhelming love.