Skip to comments.Stop Worrying, Men
Posted on 05/01/2014 2:20:59 PM PDT by OneVike
In America today, its almost impossible for men not to worry. After all, 102 million Americans are unemployed while another 10 million are just a paycheck away from being jobless.
World events, like Russia invading the Ukraine to steal the Crimean peninsula (which many believe is a precursor to World War Three); news reports of natural disasters all across the planet; the deadly Ebola virus spreading throughout West Africa; the disappearance of the Malaysian airliner with 239 passengers on board; the constant intrusion into our private lives by an administration bent on reshaping the American dream as we once knew it; and now we have a bloody lunar eclipse that many are convinced is the beginning of the end for the world, dont ease our worries.
Worry isnt something that only happens when times are rough and scary, because long before 9/11, men had plenty to worry about. It doesnt matter if youre rich and famous or down and out, millions of men are one heart attack away from pushing up daises.
But as bad as things are today, Americans still live in the most powerfully affluent society in the world. Never before have so many of the poorest people of a country suffered from obesity. In the United States, the poor own cars, cell phones, computers, televisions, and stereos. They have money in the bank, and still the government supplies them free food and a place to live. In study after study, statistics tell the same story, whether rich or poor, Americans are fat and out of shape.
Even if a person finds it difficult to get help from the hundreds of social justice programs, there are web sites teaching the poor and homeless how to properly dumpster dive. These sites cover almost every large city to help direct a person to the dumpsters with the best
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Its easy to write commentary like that when you’re in the captain’s quarter of the ship. Its another thing to write it when you’re on deck in the middle of the storm. Personal experience speaking here.
If you knew my story you would understand that I’m on the deck, holding a rope for dear life as I secure the precious cargo of my world together.
NO, I am not in any comfortable cabin giving orders to anyone.
However, if you need to talk, PM me. I’m all ears my Friend.
God showed me one day that my worrying was because I was a control freak and felt like I wasn’t in control.
And basically, I was a control freak because I wanted to control how the situations came out and didn’t trust that if anyone else were in charge, it would happen *right*.
He showed me that my controlling tendencies were because I wasn’t trusting HIM to provide as He said He would and to work out all things for good.
Who better to trust to control things? Me, who doesn’t know beans about what’s going on around me or God who knows the beginning from the end, for all time and eternity?
And I didn’t trust Him to make the right decisions?
What a wake up call that was!
We dealt with that, confessed and repented, and I have peace now like I’ve never had before.
“just a paycheck away from being jobless”
Well...yeah. If you lose (or quit) your job, you stop getting a paycheck. That’s kinda how that works. But the statement doesn’t really make any sort of point.
I was the same when I used to worry the restaurant could never run without me. It was years ago, and I long ago gave up restaurant work.
I was so bad I would take my wife on a date. To the parking lot across from the restaurant to see how things were running when i was off and my supervisors were running things.
On vacation in Montana, I spent so much time on the phone checking in, that my wife made me end the trip early.
Yea, I too was a control freak. So much so I was a lousy person to be around. Almost cost me a relationship with the only woman who had ever given me a chance.
I too found myself on my knees asking Him to take it away, so I could live, and those around me could like me.
Life is so much better with Him in the driver seat. Now I can see the scenery and actually enjoy this world He created for us to enjoy.
A few years ago you had a good point. However the One in the WH has made things so difficult that it is a fact now.
Sadly, not everyone can pack up and head to Texas where jobs are plenty.
It’s an opening statement to set things up.
So lighten up Francis.
Without a real way to the pathway of faith, it is very hard to have that. The fhu.com has that pathway...one that the church has failed to deliver.
You don’t need any pathway but Christ.
You don’t need the Church to find Him. Just get on your knees and ask.
He is all around, everywhere. Just open your eyes and ask, and He will reveal Himself to you.
“If you knew my story”...
I don’t. Can you share it?
Wow. I actually have shared parts of it here with others, but not ever when asked. Let me think about it. I’ll tell you what, I did share something very telling about my childhood in a post. let me find it and I’ll share the link with you.
Here you go. It’s the original comment after the post on the thread. The pic is my family. I am the baby in my Mom’s arms on the porch.
I could add a lot, but not today. Other than to say, my wife is in a wheelchair from a car wreck we were in when we were dating. We had just been dating a Month when the wreck happened. We have been together for 28 years this October.
Brother, I don’t know you from Adam, but I can tell you with authority that you are loved beyond all description.
One day soon the hurt, pain, and anguish of this world will pass and we who are in Him will be together forever!!!!
The human mind cannot contemplate this.
What a beautiful story!!!
Thank you brother. Yes, there will be no pain, no suffering, no anger, and no hate.
Thanks. I don’t suffer anymore, because he who suffered for me took it all away long ago.
Oh, I still kick at the goads from time to time when I allow my flesh to get in front, but that too passes.
Thanks, and the glory goes to God, through Christ.
God bless you and yours for your blessing to me.
Worry and fear are good motivators.
Problem is I don’t see a way out of the path we are on toward communism and how my kids will make out.
I am in my late 50’s and won’t be on this earth as long as they will. I am trying my hardest to prepare them for hard times. Guess we will see how things work out.
He already has...bur prayer is needed...the quiet kind.
> If you knew my story you would understand that Im on the deck, holding a rope for dear life as I secure the precious cargo of my world together.
NO, I am not in any comfortable cabin giving orders to anyone.
However, if you need to talk, PM me. Im all ears my Friend.
I wasn’t judging you. I was just stating that I have been both advisor and advisee and personal circumstances can make a huge difference on the stance and perspective (and confidence) you have at that moment. I’ve been on deck and bailing water for quite some time now looking for different means to change the situation. I have others depending on me and I don’t want to let them down. I have been on my knees a lot more this year than I ever have. I once knew prosperity and comfort and now worry each day (and many sleepless nights). Even with the Word in hand and faith It still wears you down (even though I know it says nit to worry in Many passages in the Bible). I’m just getting worn out and I know I should not grumble and complain because I am far better off than many others in the world but this is where I grew up and all I’ve ever known so there’s going to have to be some adjustments...
Luke 12:4-7 and Luke 12:22-31.
I resemble those remarks but the difference is I am still a work in progress. I will take your remarks to heart but I can tell you now that I will still sit with a wall at my back and a view of the door and any avenue where one might approach me. Evil is a foot in the world and we ignore it at our peril. God helps those who help themselves. I am glad for you and will try to follow your example while sitting in my corner seat.
Actually I think worrying is a very unstated sin. When a Christian worries it is as if he is saying he doesn’t trust God.
I was nine when I found my mother sitting in the dark, crying. I asked her what was wrong, she told me she was pregnant again. I was the oldest of 4 children, nine I think, and my brother and I were a constant source of trouble for our parents, rowdy I guess you could say.
Abortion was not easy and I doubt she even knew what it was and she and my dad would never have considered it anyway. My dad worked for his father in the mining business as I later did for him. Both were tightfisted when it came to money. So things were usually a struggle financially in those days. This was before we had indoor plumbing and tv so a mountain woman worked hard to maintain her home. She was depressed because it was another mouth to feed and butt to wipe in an already long, busy and hard day. I will give one example, we had a well and a long galvanized tub, mom would get the water from the well, heat it on the stove, and we kids would take our baths first, youngest first. By the time dad got his turn the water was a little gray looking, but seeing as he was covered in coal dust with the only white parts being his eyes and teeth it made little difference. I can still see mom pouring fresh water over his head and washing his back. Then mom dumped the water and hauled in and heated her own bath, the kitchen became off limits then. Then mom would haul away the water again and clean the tub, this was every day.
I ended up with a baby sister who has a kind and gentle nature and has been a blessing for all our family. In this day the outcome could have been different.
On a lighter note, my young sister used to call milk, moocow, cause we got our milk from a local farmer and she knew about cows. We once had a friend stop by and he picked her up and she promptly said, ‘You stink good.’ It’s the small things that work their way into your heart and stay. I embarrass her to no end with those and other stories to this day.
You are a good man, OneVike.
Thanks you for sharing a part of you, and for the kind words.
For many years I would not share myself with others. I have been a freeper since Feb 98, and few truly know much about me. Oh I have shared things with a couple I have grown close to, but to most I am still a stranger to. It has been by design. My whole life I have kept my distance from others. I guess it’s a trust issue that has been born out of the things I have not yet shared with anyone but my wife and maybe one or two others.
God has been working on my hard heart for a long time. Even after I accepted Christ as my Lord and Savior, I kept compartments of my heart out of His control. Along with my emotions I refused to open up about the little things of my past that I have been ashamed of.
Sometimes it’s the things we had no control over in our past that we feel the most ashamed of. I still have moments from my past that I hold in reserve. Instances where my trips with the devil caused the ones I love the most to suffer. I’m still a work in progress, but I am assured that the good work He began in me, He will continue until the day I am complete and in His presence.
Thanks again for sharing.
Hey. I'm not dead yet.
The enemy and the flesh still try.
I will take your remarks to heart but I can tell you now that I will still sit with a wall at my back and a view of the door and any avenue where one might approach me. Evil is a foot in the world and we ignore it at our peril..... I am glad for you and will try to follow your example while sitting in my corner seat.
Just leave enough room for me.
While I have also been delivered from being controlled by fear, there's a difference between that and being stupid and careless.
I also am alert to my surroundings and (to some people's chagrin) do not trust others.
Worry is a lie.
Worry is telling you that you have some control over something that you do not know is going to happen or not.
Worry also lies to you by telling you that you need to worry in order to prevent the bad thing from happening.
If you’re a cronic worrier, “fake it till you make it”.
Don’t do the worry habits - pacing, chewing, mentally stewing, etc. Occupy yourself with something else, even if you know you’re “faking it”.
LOL - “I’ll kill ya!”
My comment was more focused on the awkward and ungrammatic sentence than on the substance of the argument, with which I completely agree. Sometimes I’m just picky. Pisses my kids off, too.
LOL, thanks for accepting it as the joke it was intended for.
God bless you, and those poor children...LOL
If testaments of faith do not convince you to stop worrying, then how about some medical advice? It is calculated that over 50 million Americans suffer health problems directly or indirectly related to worrying:
- Loss of sleep is the first direct noticeable effect of worrying. In time stress will break down a bodys ability to resist disease and fight illnesses.
- A recent study showed that stress caused by worrying was the number two cause of memory loss.
- A recent study of students at 21 universities found that worriers get lower grades then non-worriers.
- A British eye clinic reported that 30% of all vision problems were directly related to stress or worrying.
- An American Dental Association study showed that worrying restricts the proper flow of saliva in the mouth, thus keeping the body from neutralizing the acids that eat away the enamel on your teeth. So, worrying can cause tooth decay.
- The American Medical Association says stress is the number one cause of heart attacks. Worrying causes a persons heart to work harder. This puts extra stress on a persons cardiovascular system. This extra stress can lead to strokes and heart attacks.
So the way I see it, if you want to be a tired, unhealthy, blind, forgetful person with bad teeth, and one stressful day away from a severe heart attack, just keep on worrying. Or you can be like the birds of the air, they neither sow, nor reap, nor gather to barns.
What a beautiful Scripture, dear brother in Christ, thank you! And thank you for your insights!