Worry, Worms, and Religion…

… There is nothing I won’t worry about.

I worry about finances, the future, and my family.

At the end of every needless worry is the reminder that it’s all utterly pointless and completely unnecessary. There is nothing I’ve ever fretted about that hasn’t eventually been resolved. No matter how bleak things look or how out of my control the situation may become, my anxiety has never improved the matter.

Never, ever, not even once.

When I was a little girl, my grandfather and I would sit on his porch and watch the birds. He could name them all and whistle their calls. He was just like St. Francis, if St. Francis smoked cigars and drank bourbon. Also unlike Francis, he wasn’t terribly religious, at least not in the obvious way. He never talked about the church or his views on religion, but he told me once that birds never worry about the worm anymore than flowers worry about the rain.

“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 than food and the body more than clothing? Look at the birds in the sky; they do not sow or reap, they gather nothing into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them.

Are not you more important than they? Can any of you by worrying add a single moment to your life-span? Why are you anxious about clothes?

Learn from the way the wild flowers grow. They do not work or spin. But I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was clothed like one of them.
If God so clothes the grass of the field, which grows today and is thrown into the oven tomorrow, will he not much more provide for you, O you of little faith?

So do not worry and say, ‘What are we to eat?’ or ‘What are we to drink?’or ‘What are we to wear?’ All these things the pagans seek. Your heavenly Father knows that you need them all. But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be given you besides.

Do not worry about tomorrow; tomorrow will take care of itself. Sufficient for a day is its own evil.” [ Matthew 6:25-34]


Anyway, I was feeling a bit anxious recently, to no avail. Then Sunday’s Gospel reading set it right.

Did someone say “snow”…
The Duet…
“New York’s Answer to the Sistine Chapel” …
Insignificant Members of the Church…
About Katrina Fernandez

Mackerel Snapping Papist

  • Maggie Goff

    Yes, it did!! I even saved it to my Evernote app to read over and over. :)

  • echarles1

    The Diet of Worms, along with the city of Brest, always got a smile in my social studies class of long ago. Anyway, you can’t mention worms without the diet of.

  • Lydia

    The devil of it for me is that several times things _have_ been helped, in one sense of “helped,” by my worrying. For example, I worry and then I think of an idea, which I wouldn’t have thought of if I hadn’t been worrying about the problem. Or I worry and this causes me to check something for the umpteenth time, and sure enough, I made a mistake, which I wouldn’t have caught if I hadn’t been acting all OCD. That sort of outcome is the _worst_ for a worrier, because it makes an apparent “rational reason” for worrying in the future.

  • Awkpearl

    I’m glad you are feeling better, Katrina. And, I’m glad you have the truth, which sets you free.

  • Quittin’ time at Tara!

    Every time I read that scripture I reflexively think of the early Christians as a bunch of layabout crazy hippies I would eventually have to clean up after. Is that bad?

    • Awkpearl

      Lol! I don’t know if that’s bad, but it probably means you’ve been watching too much “Brother Sun, Sister Moon”!