The Worrier

One of my favorite poets is William Cowper. If I remember correctly, his last name is pronounced Cooper.

I realize that posting religious poetry from the 1700s won’t exactly grow my audience, but I think some people (not everybody) had some good things to say back in the bygone eras.

Especially when they were saying things like this:

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants His footsteps in the sea,
And rides upon the storm.

Deep in unfathomable mines
Of never-failing skill
He treasures up His bright designs,
And works His sovereign will.

Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take,
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.

What he means is there isn’t anything that God can’t bring you through. It’s true. And what a way to say it!

God plants His feet upon the raging sea and rides the fiercest storm as if it were a 25¢ horse out in front of the grocery store.

They’re no big deal to Him. He’s got it. God’s skill at handling problems is so beyond our comprehension that Mr. Cowper said it was like a deep unfathomable mine. You can keep digging and searching, but you’ll never reach the end.

You will look at a situation that seems insurmountable and be dismayed. But God’s capability is so significant that He works His will on that which seems immovable. And He never fails.

So if you’re afraid of what is about to take place in your life, there’s no need to worry.

The storm clouds that bring wind, lightning, and thunder also bring rain.

Without rain, things would get pretty dry.

Those clouds you so much dread are big with mercy and shall break in blessings on your head.

In other words, “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose.”

If I could, I’d like to borrow a phrase from my favorite Psalm, which says, “Fret not thyself.”

In modern-day Ozarkian vernacular, that means, “Quit yer worryin’ you ole rascal.”

to the worriers,
– Caleb