Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.Hebrews 11:1
Anyone in the Baby Boomer generation is familiar with Mad magazine’s goofy, gap-toothed kid and his tag line, “What, me worry?” While, he was never meant as any sort of spiritual icon, I sometimes wonder if Alfred E. Newman might have had something to say to Christians.
Worry is the enemy of trust and the outcome of doubt. How can a true believer ever worry about anything? If we know God is in control, everything He allows is for our good and His glory, what is there to worry about?
It is human nature to worry about things beyond our control and to fear the unknown, the things we do not see. What about the things we do see?
When the Apostle Paul was struck blind on the road to Damascus, heard Christ’s voice, and then was restored to sight, his life changed forever. He chose to be content in all circumstances, trusting in the sure knowledge that God is real. He had hard times and suffering, but I think it is fair to say he never worried after his encounter with the living Christ.
The Disciples who met with the risen Christ became the bold foundation of the church because of what they had seen with their own eyes, but what about the other beneficiaries of Jesus’s miracles, the blind and lame? Did they cast aside their worries and cares, or did they allow the naysayers to fill them with doubts about their own experiences. “You were never really blind/lame/dead,” the worldly wise said. “You succumbed to hysteria and hype, that’s all.” Once those doubts wormed their way into the people’s lives, were they filled with worry? Did they drift back into their old ways, convinced that there was “probably a logical explanation,” for what only seemed like miracles?
I ask this because I’ve seen it in my own life. Miracles and answered prayers happen, my faith is strengthened, I feel that blessed assurance the Bible speaks of, and then the doubts begin to nibble away at my joy. Was it really a miracle? Were answered prayers mere coincidence? And the worry begins.
I believe it is time to begin to live as if I had the pure faith of Paul. I may sing, “Trust and Obey,” but if I continue to worry, I put the lie to my song.
When I feel myself begin to worry and fret, I need to cling to the assurance I find in God’s word, and in the proofs experienced in my own life and that of others. There is no benefit in allowing doubts to steal my joy.
“What, me worry?” Not on your life.