The ear worm (tune in my head) with me today, comes from the amazing vocalist Bobby McFerrin, who briefly troubled the charts with his catchy ditty; “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”. When pondering on the lyrics for a moment though, I was templed to conclude that it is easier said that done. For I acknowledge myself that I seem to have inherited the worry gene that I can trace through my dad’s side of the family, that is only marginally being diluted from generation to generation. Early mornings if unchecked, can be accompanied with a gradual panic over a multitude of things enhanced by the silence, which is only broken with the noise (greater than usual at the moment!) which ushers in the day. I suspect I am not alone, and clearly there are many of us who have been beset with enhanced worries over this last year. But what to do? Indeed the same theme of worrying is picked up in a poem I came across recently, by Mary Oliver, which was shared by our friends at the Scargill Community.
I worried a lot.Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth
turn as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrow
can do it and I am, well,
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And I gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning
Which perhaps brings us back to Bobby McFerrin and his song. For he seems to encapsulate the sentiments of Jesus, who shared these words with any who would listen;
‘Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? And not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. But even the hairs of your head are all numbered. Fear not, therefore; you are of more value than many sparrows.’ Matthew 10:29-31.
We know life isn’t easy still at the moment. We all have bouts of stress and anxiety, which the pandemic has only fuelled, but last Sunday, we were reminded that on the day of Pentecost the Holy Spirit was poured out upon those followers of Jesus who had waited in the locked room for the Spirit, which gave them boldness, confidence and the nerve to follow Jesus; to be empowered and encouraged to be living witnesses to a life with Christ.
As Jesus said to his friends then, as he says to us too;
'Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me.’ John 14.1
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