And can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? If then you are not able to do so small a thing as that, why do you worry about the rest? Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.
The beloved passage from Luke. Those words that encourage us NOT to worry.
My friend Jane, like me, does children’s sermons at church. The key to a good children’s sermon is to say something important the kids can understand on their kid level and the grownups can ponder on a grown up level.
Jane pointed to the flowers on the table behind her. “Look at them? Do they look worried?”
First I smiled. Nope. Those flowers look as happy as can be.
My next thought: But those flowers SHOULD be worried! They’re going to be dead in a few days.
(For someone who aspires to the upbeat, those dark thoughts can splash in.)
And then I got it.The flowers are going to die, and they still AREN’T worrying.
I spent my later fifties oh so shocked and sad that my years were thinning. I get the impression I worried about dying more than others do.
But in 2015, my mother’s death and the enormous resolve and courage she showed, helped me worry less about my own demise. Mom took on everything as an adventure, even dying. Her attitude amazed us all.
Those bold, beautiful church flowers (pictures above and below) surely drooped and died a few days later. Weren’t they smart not to worry? They didn’t waste their earthly hours feeling sad.
What about you?
Do you think about dying a lot now that you are older? Are you scared? Resolved? Hopeful?