What, Me Worry?

Second Sunday after Pentecost

May 25, 2008


I wish I didn't worry, and I don’t think I even qualify as a compulsive worrier.  I'm pretty affable and easy going. That's a genuine part of my personality, and not a masquerade. And my life is full of God's goodness many orders of magnitude beyond anything I might have reasonably expected, earned, and deserved. But yet there are times I do worry. 

I even worried when I was a small child.  I vividly remember those commercials on television that featured Smokey the Bear.  Maybe some of you remember them too.  They would zoom in on a smoldering campfire and then pan out to a full blown conflagration.  Smokey would then come on the screen, look straight into the camera and say, “Only you can prevent forest fires.”  I took that personally and I really, really worried about it.  Smokey came to our elementary school one day and I just had to let him know that I didn’t think I was up to the job…I told him I would do my best, but I figured I was going to need some help.

One thing I have been worrying about quite a bit lately is the fact that my memory just ain’t what it used to be.  I’ve always had trouble remembering names, but there are other indicators that I am getting somewhat forgetful…like opening the refrigerator door and not remembering what I am looking for, or even worse, opening it and wondering why in the world the iron is on the second shelf.   I make more to-do lists these days, and I find it so satisfying to look at those dark horizontal slashes through each line item when I complete the task.  But I worry now that those lists might soon need to include things like brush your teeth or put on your underwear.

My grandmother Trudy was a "nervous Nelly." Her little salt box house was as neat as a pin, and she made sure you didn't get it dirty.  She worried about every little dust bunny and cob web. But she lived through two world wars and the great depression, so I suppose she had good reason to worry.  My own mother inherited similar traits, but with much darker outcomes.  So, I may come by my worry thanks in part to the random roll of the genetic dice.  I don’t like to spend a lot of time thinking about this though because that really makes me worry.  Like everyone, a lifetime of small choices has also shaped my character bit by bit. I'm sure that in some important ways my interior psyche reflects the accumulation of these thousands of choices.

And it is certainly true that powerful cultural forces feed worry. In recent years we've seen just how manipulative and powerful a politics of fear can be. Our capitalist economy legitimizes greed, creates artificial wants and needs, perfects advertising techniques that shape our attitudes, and makes sure that money, no matter how much or little you have, is our number one worry. No one is immune from these and other powerful cultural forces.  I try not to be too hard on myself. Some worry is part of normal human nature. We ought to worry about some things — like how to help Myanmar where a cyclone killed tens of thousands, or how we can best serve the hundreds of our friends and neighbors whose jobs were lost by the closing of the Port Edwards mill.

No one should imagine that they'll ever be entirely free of worry. The apostle Paul once said that he was "harassed at every turn — conflicts on the outside, fears within" (2 Corinthians 7:5). He admitted that he worried about "all the churches" (2 Corinthians 11:28). The early desert monastics counseled Christians to "expect trials until your last breath." And St. Makarios of Egypt (5th century) was brutally realistic in a comforting sort of way: "I am convinced that not even the apostles, although filled with the Holy Spirit, were therefore completely free from anxiety… (he goes on to say) Contrary to the stupid view expressed by some, the advent of grace does not mean the immediate deliverance from anxiety."

But there comes a tipping point when normal worries become unhealthy anxieties. There comes a time when we ought to worry about our worry. It's impossible to generalize exactly how, when and why this happens. It's been said of pornography, and even of love, that it might be hard to define, but you know it when you see it. I don't know if I worry too much, but I will say this — the very familiar words of Jesus in this week's Gospel resonate with something deep in my soul. I wish that I could consistently live in the way that he describes.  I try to but I often get distracted.

Distraction is what Jesus is talking about in our Gospel lesson for this morning. The Sermon on the Mount is full of warnings about allowing extraneous things to distract disciples from following Jesus and pursuing his reign. It’s not the first time that Jesus will caution us about things that might take away the single-minded focus he requires. He tells us to take up our crosses and follow him, which is another way of saying that we must willingly bear the price of obedience. We must count the cost. We must know that Jesus’ way is not an easy way.   That’s right … Jesus’ way is a narrow, difficult, demanding way. It can be rewarding, but it also requires some tough choices. It has to be our number one priority. And, once we decide to go down that road, we can’t look back.

Jesus tells us that the biggest distractions around is wealth. He says, “You can’t worship two gods. It’s either God or money. You can’t serve both.” If you made a top ten list of things that can sidetrack Christians … that can derail them from serving God … “stuff” … wealth … would have to be at the top of the list.  It seems like accumulating and serving “stuff” is built into our nature. It’s certainly reinforced in our culture. We believe that we need the new and improved … the bigger and better. We want more and more. And to get it we will go deeper and deeper in debt.  Culture tells us that the way to be truly worry-free is to amass enough stuff – life insurance, retirement, stock options. But the sad truth is that the goal is more elusive than the quest. We get sucked in. We lose ourselves along the way, and we forget that we were meant to live for so much more than stuff.  Slowly and subtly we get distracted from seeking God’s reign and justice, and instead we get encumbered by worry over obtaining and maintaining our “stuff.”

Our idolatry of money is not as explicit as prostrating ourselves before it or praying to it. It is much more subtle than that. Perhaps that makes it more insidious. Our allegiance, our worship, our time, our energy is slowly, almost imperceptibly, transferred from worshiping God to money. We start to worry about how much our call to discipleship will cost us financially … rather than worrying about what refusing opportunities for discipleship might cost us spiritually. Maybe that’s part of the reason somebody thought it a good idea to stamp a reminder on our money: It’s in God we trust, not the coin of the realm.

Jesus’ words are meant as a wake-up call. “Hey, you can’t worship two gods. You’ll end up fully committed to one and despising the other. You can’t serve Almighty God and the almighty dollar. Look around. Sparrows don’t farm, but the Creator feeds them. Lilies don’t work in the fashion industry, but God clothes them more spectacularly than Versace.  If God takes care of common birds and wildflowers, don’t you think you will also be taken care of … you who are made in God’s image?   Jesus offers great advice, and he repeats himself five times: "Don't worry," says Jesus (Matthew 6:25, 27, 28, 31, 34). Don't worry about your life, for your heavenly Father knows what you need. Listen to the birds and consider how God cares for them. Look at the flowers and learn from their effortless beauty. Don't worry about wealth like the pagans do, for despite what the advertisers say, your life doesn't consist of your possessions. Don't fret about the past that is over and done with … or obsess about the future over which you have no control … but rather learn to enjoy the present moment.

While Jesus compared God to a tender father, the Old Testament readings this week compare him to a strong mother. "Can a mother forget the baby at her breast / and have no compassion on the child she has borne? / Though she may forget you, I will not forget you! / See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands" (Isaiah 49:15–16). "I have stilled and quieted my soul," says the psalmist, "like a weaned child with its mother" (Psalm 131:2). These analogies to a parent's care pale in comparison to the reality of divine compassion.

The English mystic and Benedictine nun Julian of Norwich (1342–1414) had reasons enough to worry. She lived during the Black Death that killed 75 million people in medieval Europe. Many people interpreted the bubonic plague as divine punishment, but not Julian.  In her unapologetically optimistic view of life, she believed that God loved every person and that God would redeem every tear. In her book of visions called Sixteen Revelations of Divine Love — by some accounts the first book published in English that was written by a woman — Julian wrote one of the most well-known sentences in all of Christian history that's also the perfect antidote to worry… "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well."   In her thirteenth vision or "shewing," Juliana concluded that she was wrong to worry about the sins and sorrows of life. Jesus told her that these trials and tribulations were, in fact, "behovely" (from which we get our word "behoove"). Even our sins and anxieties are somehow incumbent upon us. They're part of our human story. Despite "all the pains that ever were, or ever shall be," Julian believed that God longs to "comforteth readily and sweetly."

So don’t worry about anything, especially not tomorrow. God is providing for you today, and God will be there tomorrow.” This day and every day, we can be reassured that because of the certainty of God’s boundless love that, "All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well."

May we pray?

Lord Jesus Christ, like the crowds on the mountain who sought after your wisdom and guidance, we want to be schooled by you. Your words are read, and you are here speaking to us. Help us leave behind our cares and concerns. Help us to quiet our minds and still our souls that we may be open vessels prepared to be filled by you. Your word is a lamp to our feet and a light to our path. Teach us to walk as your disciples.


Mary Anne Biggs, Pastor
Nekoosa United Church of Christ
Nekoosa
, Wisconsin