Good Friday
Were I an atheist, I would live without fear because of the ultimate meaningless of things, and the knowledge that even my fear is outside of my control and merely a reflection the ultimate shape and form of the universe, over which I have absolutely no control.
Were I a Christian, I would live without fear except for one: fear in the one who created me; a different sort of fear altogether than the fear of the world, because it is a fear of one who loves me completely, and provides ultimate pardon.
But neither an atheist nor a Christian, I live in fear of the world.
