I worry that I am doing it wrong.
I worry that if I do it wrong, someone will be upset. I worry that if I do it wrong and someone is upset, then … what. Then things just won’t be right.
I could, I suppose, when I worry, be thinking back to the job I lost due to a merger. I could be thinking back to the job that I lost because I wasn’t doing my job well enough and someone wanted it enough to move me on my way. Those worries would be understandable.
But I think that if I am honest, I worry because I don’t want to look bad.
That’s a far cry from the first twelve disciples.
Jesus had asked them, “Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?” (It was a peculiarly ironic statement, given that by worrying we are more likely to remove time from our lives than to add it.) He tells them not to worry about clothes or food or drink.
A few pages later, he sends them out on an internship trip and tells them not to take any money or extra clothes and to depend on people to take them in.
Jesus is talking to people who he’s intentionally sending out without food and telling them to not worry, that God will provide. And I worry about messing up whether people like me or not?
It’s interesting that Jesus doesn’t say that the alternative to not worrying is, “be happy.” Instead, he says “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”
So tonight, ignore the fact that the isn’t exactly 300 words. Don’t worry about that. Instead, look for the kingdom.
That’s what matters.
My friend Chris talked about paring this weekend, asking “Are there things you could (should?) pare back?” It made me think. This week, I’ll be looking at some of the trimming that Jesus talks about.
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