God takes so much interest in worry. Because it is unbelief. And it is unbelief in such deep disguise that when we meet someone exercising this particular form of unbelief, we feel like giving them sympathy. There, there, now. You will be all right. Whereas, God says. No, repent. Stop this way of life. This isn’t something to give you sympathy, to affirm you in your worry, it is rather to say, Stop that, at once.
Be anxious for nothing
Why is it unbelief? Because I’m going to show you that all worry, all my fretting and stewing is simply not believing that God is in control. I don’t believe God is in control, at least for the moment. I’m in control or, I’m trying to be. That is all the trouble because I am trying to be what I can’t be and was never meant to be. There I go trying to be it.
At least for the moment, I don’t believe God knows all things. I aim to find out all things. I don’t believe that God has a clue what is happening, so I have to send out my puny little brain on its merry-go-round to try to think what is happening. I don’t believe that God is all wise and has a perfect plan that even at this moment, in the midst of what I am calling evil, he is meaning for good. I don’t believe that.
And in this moment of worry, I certainly don’t believe that He loves me limitlessly and unconditionally. I don’t believe He cares for me and numbers the very hairs of my head. I don’t believe that when I am worrying. I believe I am alone in this world in all this evil that is happening to me, and I have got to know tomorrow, and I have to work out my own plan. That is why I say, worry is a radical kind of unbelief. We have dared to take the place of God in our lives. We are thinking that we are supposed to. And not only supposed to, but we think we can. Somehow control our future.