Worry is the misuse of imagination.
Psa_37:1 Fret not thyself because of evildoers, neither be thou envious against the workers of iniquity.
Psa_37:7 Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him: fret not thyself because of him who prospereth in his way, because of the man who bringeth wicked devices to pass.8 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath: fret not thyself in any wise to do evil.
“Let us not therefore judge one another any more: but judge this rather, that no man put a stumblingblock or an occasion to fall in his brother’s way,” Romans 14:13.
Paul joins the idea of judging a brother to putting a stumbling block in one’s way. Paul was writing to people aware of the arguments over holy days and eating meat offered to idols which could be bought cheaper in the market place.
If we cannot do something without worrying about it, it’s best not to do it. If we violate our conscience, that is sin. Often the things that make us feel guilty have nothing to do with morals, but are merely preferences foisted upon us by the culture that raised us. “Stumblingblock” comes from the Greek word scandalon from which we get scandal.
Jesus taught that if the Bible doesn’t clearly forbid something, and it is not harmful, illegal or immoral, don’t make a big deal out of it. “But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering. But if any man seem to be contentious, we have no such custom, neither the churches of God. Now in this that I declare unto you I praise you not, that ye come together not for the better, but for the worse. For first of all, when ye come together in the church, I hear that there be divisions among you; and I partly believe it. For there must be also heresies among you, that they which are approved may be made manifest among you” (1 Cor. 11:15-19).
When people go to church to find fault and squabble with worshipers, God does not take it lightly.
When the king is coming to town and you come across stumbling stones in the road, cast them to the side and straighten up the place …that you may be found in love at His appearing.
A little bitty worry
Started early in the day;
By noon, it seemed my worry
Hovered, standing in my way;
The things and thoughts I should have had
Got buried in my mind,
Until my little worry turned
Into the horrid kind.
By bedtime, i was frantic –
What to do, oh, what to do!
And then I couldn’t go to sleep,
For worrying – fretting, too.
By morning I was almost sick,
When suddenly and soon,
My worry had been all worked out
Before the toll of noon;
Then I looked back and saw my worry
Just for what it was –
A thing that didn’t happen,
As a worry seldom does.
Bonnie Daisy Nelson