I guess you’re beginning to see by now that
Fred is fairly complicated. Even though he is not famous and hasn’t done
anything to distinguish himself, he’s still a fairly intricate fellow.
I know how Fred feels about everything. I
am his emotions. Emotions are a feisty lot. We are not fitted for
controlling people, yet we just can’t help trying. But usually Fred won’t
let me. He’ll step in and wrest away the control by returning to his
intellect so that he gets a clear picture of things and not just some sort
of feeling. Folks have tried in vain to define me and my kind. They use
definitions like “any agitation or disturbance of the mind.” And I have to
admit, I do that a lot - agitate the mind, that is. I’ve caused Fred many a
sleepless night by stirring up his mind about something. But I’ve caused him
lots of joy by getting him really excited about something or other, too.
Emotions are a nebulous sort, I guess.
The reason I’m so hard to define is that I
am not based on observations or operations, but rather on subjective
perceptions. And, to be perfectly honest, that’s another reason I’m not
really good at ruling the mind, because I have lots of trouble being
logical, rational, sensible. Frankly, I’d rather not be confused with the
facts. I’d rather just do what feels good.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I have lots to do
with Fred - both his mind, and his body. For instance, one of my tools is
anger; it’s one of my strongest feelings. When I use it, I can affect the
adrenal glands and get Fred so infuriated he wants to fight or say hurtful
things. When I make Fred feel anxious or worry, it affects the digestive
glands and may even make him need some sort of antacid to quiet things down.
And when I cause fear, I can constrict the blood vessels and make his blood
pressure rise.
I can also help Fred with these tools, too
- if he keeps me under control. For example, righteous indignation is
controlled anger; and it certainly has a place in a man’s life. Concern is
the right measure of worry and is necessary for good spiritual health. And
the right kind of fear - reverential respect - is necessary to please God.
Perhaps the best thing I bring him is peace, causing him to feel really good
- even tranquil.
I also affect Fred’s powers of
communication. If he is in a depressed state -
feels blue
- it can be transmitted to those round about him and cause them to be sad,
too. On the other hand, if he is bright and cheerful -
feels good
- then that may well translate to others
and cause them to adopt the same happy feeling.
I can quickly disguise myself, appearing to
be very intellectual. For that reason, people ask Fred, “How do you feel
about that?” when what they really want to know is, “What do you think about
that?” I’m not very intellectual, though. I just like to look the part.
I am tied to all the rest of Fred’s mind in
some way. I have an effect on his will and sometimes his will has an effect
on me. I can cause a decision
(Acts 2:38),
or I can be impressed by one
(Acts 8:39).
I can affect his intellect by giving him
good information (Luke 15:17)
or I can, improperly
used, give him a bad course of pursuit
(Acts 26:9).
And when Ole Conscience hurts Fred, I am
the culprit who comes down hard on his heart. I can cause him to have pity
(Proverbs 19:7),
compassion
(Matthew 18:27),
mercy (Luke 6:35-
36), all on account of Ole
Conscience and me squeezing his heart.
I provide an important function for Fred in
worship. I help him worship in spirit
(John 4:23),
or with the right disposition. I provide
the right mental atmosphere for him
(Acts 17:24-27).
I help him to have the right kind of
respect for God (Job 28:28).
I even help him keep
the exercises involved in worship from becoming mere rituals
(Psalm 105:1-5).
I know I’m a little hard to understand, a
little hard to control. But I’m a help, too. I’m part of Fred, just like
your emotions are part of you.
Be careful with your emotions. They can
serve you well only when you subordinate them to your reason.