Don’t Worry

I had the sad fortune Sunday of listening to a sermon on worry. The preacher stated that the only people who don’t worry were in one of three categories: mental incapacity, being sufficiently drugged, or being a psychopath.

I thought of a shirt I bought on sale from Target. The sleeves had cuff buttons, and a little further up had a small button that could be unbuttoned for relief in rolling up the sleeves. One sleeve, though, had the little button, but no button hole in which to place it. I have entertained myself on days by asking someone to help me with the little button and watching them struggle. Jesus is not as cruel or silly as I am, to assign people to impossible tasks:

“This is why I tell you: Don’t worry about your life, what you will eat or what you will drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Isn’t life more than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds of the sky: they don’t sow or reap or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you worth more than they? Can any of you add a single cubit to his height by worrying? And why do you worry about clothes? Learn how the wildflowers of the field grow: they don’t labor or spin thread. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was adorned like one of these! If that’s how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and thrown into the furnace tomorrow, won’t He do much more for you—you of little faith? So don’t worry, saying, ‘What will we eat?’ or ‘What will we drink?’ or ‘What will we wear?’ For the idolaters eagerly seek all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be provided for you. Therefore don’t worry about tomorrow, because tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”

(Matthew 6:25-34 Holman Christian Standard Bible ®©)