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 and we continued seeing them as we moved further into the interior of the island. Worry beads were everywhere.
ìThe island was such a beautiful place that we couldnít understand what they all had to worry about. Then an interesting thing happened. We wanted to…
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