It can be difficult at times to not worry about the state of our country. After all, we’ve certainly come a long way–and not necessarily in the right direction–over the last several decades.
While I am specifically concerned about some of the dubious bills being enacted into law by the current Congress, I must confess to finding the following reassuring:
But more than these things, I really do believe that the Son of God was born to a virgin a little over 2,000 years ago, that he grew, taught, suffered, died, and rose again from the dead about 30-35 years after that birth. I really do believe that the government is upon his shoulders and that, for all our carrying on and caterwauling politics, it is he who is King of kings, Lord of lords, President of presidents, Governor of governors. So, while I worry, in a larger sense, I’m not worried.
Perhaps it is time for me to, once again, consider the difference between worry and concern and stop doing the one I’m not supposed to. That said, it can be difficult to undo the thinking of a lifetime.
May you all have a restful and largely worry-free Sunday–and stop worrying about the snow. It’ll come when it does and we shall deal with it as we ought.