II Samuel 7:1-5,8-12,14,16; Psalms 89:2-5,27-29; Romans 16:25-27; Luke 1:26-38
Worry never climbed a hill.
Worry never paid a bill.
Worry never dried a tear.
Worry never calmed a fear.
A pastor in Texas has written about a troubling situation that arose while he was vacationing on a Greek island in the Aegean Sea:
We had to take an eight-hour ferryboat ride through choppy waters to get there. Then, the moment we set foot on the dock, we noticed a very strange sight. Everywhere we looked there were Greek men nervously holding strings of beads — worry beads, they called them. There were old men clutching worry beads, middle-aged men fumbling with worry beads, and young men fidgeting with worry beads. We saw them on the coast and we saw them as we moved farther into the interior of the island — worry beads were everywhere! The island was such a beautiful place we couldn’t see what they all had to worry about.
Then an interesting thing happened. We…