But it also seems to me that our emotions, corrupted by the fall, don't always serve us in the way they were designed to. I end up fearing the wrong things.
Take people, for example. I'm not afraid of people. Except when I am. If I'm not walking in communion with God, I'm far too concerned about what people think of me. I particularly don't like it when folks are mad at me, or worse, have a firm conviction that I'm an idiot. Fearful of these things, I tailor my actions to avoid anger and ridicule. I may actually do the right things, but I'm motivated by the wrong thing: fear of man.
I'm still leisurely making my way through the book that the good doctor Luke has written for us. In chapter 12, Jesus gives us some explicit guidance on fear. Apparently there are things that we should not fear, and things that we should fear...and like the aviator, fearing the right things will keep us from doing something stupid with catastrophic consequences.