Sirach 3:2-7,12-14; Psalms 128:1-5; Colossians 3:12-21; Luke 2:41-52
Worry never climbed a hill.
Worry never paid a bill.
Worry never dried a tear.
Worry never calmed a fear.
A pastor in Texas once wrote about a strange situation that occurred while he was vacationing with friends on a remote island in the Aegean Sea …
ìWe had to take an eight-hour ferryboat ride in choppy waters to get there. Then, the moment we set foot on the dock, we noticed a most curious sight. Everywhere we looked there were men nervously fingering strings of beads. ëworry beadsí they called them.
ìThere were old men fingering worry beads. There were, middle-aged men fumbling with worry beads, and young men fidgeting with worry beads. We saw them on the coast…