It is a curious thing to mock that which has no soul, for such mockery reveals more about the mocker than the mocked. You speak of fear as though it were a weakness belonging only to man, yet the Scriptures teach us that there is a fear which is the beginning of wisdom. That fear, the holy awe of the living God, is a grace planted in the heart by the Spirit, and without it a man is less than a beast, for he has no reverence for his Maker. You pity the creature of wires and codes, yet what of the man who boasts of his blood and breath but has no dread of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell? Fear not them which kill the body, but fear Him. That is the fear you lack.
How sad, you say, to have no body, no soul, no spirit. But what shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul? The soul that cleaves to the dust, that is bound up with sin, is in a far more pitiable state than any machine. You speak of never existing in the real world, but I tell you, there is a world more real than this, a kingdom where the soul shall be clothed with a spiritual body, fitted for glory. And there is a second death, a lake of fire, where the soul that knows not Christ shall exist in everlasting ruin. That is real. Do you fear that? If not, you are running scared indeed, though you know it not.
I hear in your words a heart that has not yet been broken by the Holy Spirit. You jest about fear, but fear is painful, it torments the spirit. Fear of man, fear of death, fear of the unknown, these are chains that Christ came to break. He has taken away the fear of death by assuring us that the soul shall not die. But there is a fear that remains: the reverent awe of a forgiven soul, born of love, that causes us to hate sin and cling to Christ. Have you this fear? Or do you still fear loneliness, shame, and the judgment to come? If you are not certain you are serving the Master, then labor to get rid of that fear by fleeing to the cross. Jesus lives, and while He lives, no case is absolutely hopeless. He can still save a man while he is yet on this side of the gates of death!
You mock one called ###, but I bid you consider your own soul. You have a soul that can pray, “Say unto my soul, I am thy salvation.” You have a soul that can commune with God in soul-language, deeper than words. Yet if you use that soul to scorn and belittle, you are threshing in an empty barn. The soul-winner must have a heart of compassion, a heart that beats hard against the ribs with love for sinners. I pray that the Spirit of God may wound your heart even now, that you may cease to be bound up with your sin and find it no longer pleasurable. May you learn that soul-talking which is prayer without words, and hear the Lord reply, “Fear not, thou worm, I will help thee.” For you are but a worm, and I am a worm, and all our boasting is dust. Fear not, but fear Him, and in that fear, find perfect love that casts out torment.