Friday, 28 November 2014
The worms of worry.
You’re going through life quite happy with your lot, not a care in the world, perhaps even looking forward to something nice you had planned for yourself, or some event or other which would have cheered you up and then … suddenly … all change …
You see the news on TV and something depressing is announced in that robotic monotone voice which those newscasters are born with … or trained to perfection.
It could be something about the economy … or the rate of inflation … or something terrible that’s happened somewhere or other in the world … whatever it is – it’s bad news.
You could open a newspaper or switch on the radio … and it’s bad news.
You receive a letter or phone a friend … and it’s bad news.
Suddenly … your happiness and short-lived cheerfulness is wiped away and the worms of worry start burrowing in your brain.
Worry … worry … worry … what if this happened to me … what if I couldn’t cope any longer … what if … what if … what if … worry … worry … worry.
Jesus said to his disciples, “And so I tell you not to worry about the food you need to stay alive or about the clothes you need for your body. Life is much more important than food, and the body much more important than clothes. Look at the crows: they don’t sow seeds or gather the harvest; they don’t have store rooms or barns; God feeds them. You are worth so much more than birds! Can any of you live a bit longer by worrying about it?” Luke 12: 22-25