do not worry

“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?
And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? So do not worry, saying ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.” Matthew 6:25-34

I’ll never forget the day I listened to the sermon on the mount. It was early before sunrise. I sat in the dark with my cup of coffee, eyes closed, trying my best not to fall back asleep as I listened to the odd British Jesus speaking truth from my iPhone. Then it hit me: this was Jesus’ sermon. He really was on that mountainside. He made eye contact with the people he was speaking to. Maybe a flock of birds flew overhead and he pointed to them as he said “Look at the birds of the air.” When he said “see how the lilies grow,” maybe there were small little weeds and flowers on that mountainside, just like the one above. Since I can’t sit outside on the ground without mindlessly uprooting every plant and blade of grass within arm’s reach, I’m sure I would have been somewhat distracted by them during Jesus’ sermon, his reference to them bringing me back to focus. Maybe he was trying his best to get my attention, to make his world real in my world. So he desperately looked around at the earth, using everything in sight as a way to make his words come alive. Maybe there was a cool breeze in the air, the kind that reminds you that life is good and people can be trusted. And maybe, just maybe, Jesus wasn’t lying when he said not to worry.

Humor me? Close your eyes and listen. Ignore Max’s odd voice, skip to 3:11, and pretend you were there.

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