Jesus knows that we’re stupid.
That’s why he spells things out so clearly. Like when he says:
And which of you by being anxious can add a single hour to his span of life? If then you are not able to do as small a thing as that, why are you anxious about the rest? (Luke 12:25-26)
Worry turns me into a schemer. I squint into the future and try to foresee every possible circumstance. I mentally scribble out various contingency plans. I try to map out and solve every possible problem that could arise. If this happens, I can do this, and this, and this.
But it turns out that I’m a very powerless person. All my scheming and worrying can’t add even a single hour to my life. All my mental maneuvering about how I’m going to pay the bills is wasted time. It doesn’t add anything to my life. It just makes me sick to my stomach and unable to sleep.
Ponder for a moment: has worrying ever been helpful for you?
But it also turns out that there’s freedom in being powerless. That’s Jesus’ point. If I can’t add a second to my life by worrying, why worry? Instead, I need to place myself in the care of my loving Father, who really can add an hour to my life. Instead of anxiously spinning my mental wheels trying to figure out how I’m going arrange every circumstance, I must throw myself into the arms of the One who really does ordain every circumstance.
If I really understood how powerless I am, and how great God is, I wouldn’t waste my time with worry. I would simply rest in the arms of my Father, who controls what I can’t.
Which leads me to the question: If worry is so obviously foolish (which it is), why do we spend so much time worrying?
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