I spent much of this week worrying. My fellow worker bee tendered, and I was seriously scared. With the amount of non-scheduled tasks my boss gets, I will be the one keeping the wheels turning. Yes, one small little mimosa plant holding up a crucial part of the bank. I worried what his replacement will be like, how the dynamics will be. If the new person is very competitive, and given the juniority of the person who tendered its a high chance for a competitive person, where would that take me? Will I be forced into the fast lane of the rat race just to survive? Will I have to trumpet my accomplishments more than I already have to? Will I get along with this person? How will my bosses react?
Then some friends said at lunch that when we work, we just do our part, pray, have faith, and let God guide us. They told us how they used to dread work, but now find joy going to work. Of course there is still the drudgery of work, but knowing that we serve God while we work makes it bearable, even joyful. And here’s why work isn’t amoral: sure, describing a product accurately and fairly (risk and benefits) is a professional decision, but it stems out of being moral and for us as Christians, it is a spiritual decision – choosing to be honest because God hates lies.
And how God is the ultimate judge, so it doesn’t matter quite as much if our earthly bosses don’t give us such a good rating or we get moderated down during ranking, despite doing so much. Of course it feels crummy to know someone else got a raise or bigger bonus even though they did less, just because they are popular and the right people know what they have done. God sees, and God knows.
And if that weren’t enough, another friend’s Facebook status quoted Matthew 6, saying his friend used to recite it in university all the time when he started to fret.
Ok God, I get the message. I’ve got to let go, and just trust you.
“Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labour or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you – you of little faith. So do not worry, saying, ‘what shall we eat.’ or ‘What shake we drink.’ or ‘What shall we wear.’ for the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek ye first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore d not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”
– Matthew 6:25-34