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Chuck
Swindoll on worry:
(My understanding is that the
following is Chucks most-requested quote)
"The Bureau of Standards in Washington tells us that a dense fog covering seven city blocks one hundred feet deep is composed of something less than one glass of water. That amount of water is divided into some 60,000 million tiny droplets. Not much there, but when those minute particles settle down over the city or countryside, they can blot out practically all vision. A cup full of worry does the same in my life. I forget to trust God; the tiny droplets of fretfulness close around my thoughts and I am choked and my vision is blurred. What is of such great comfort to me, and is perhaps the best antidote for worry in my life, is to remember and to remind myself: 'Who's in charge here? Who's in control after all, on this road of life?'
"Someone gave me this anonymous piece:
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" 'At first I saw God as my observer, my Judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there, sort of like the President; I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I really didn't know Him. But later on when I met Christ, it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride; but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back, helping me pedal. I don't know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since. " 'When I had control, I knew the way. It was rather boring, but it was predictable; it was the shortest distance between two points. But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts. Up mountains and through rocky places at breakneck speeds--it was all I could do to hang on. Even though it looked like madness, He said, "Pedal! Pedal!" I worried; I was anxious, and I asked, "Where are You taking me?" and He laughed and didn't answer--and I started to learn to trust. I forgot my boring life and entered into His adventure; and when I'd say, "I'm scared!" He'd lean back and touch my hand. He took me to people with gifts that I needed, people with gifts of healing and acceptance and joy; they gave me gifts to take on my journey--my Lord's and mine--and we were off again. He'd say, "Give those gifts away, now; they're extra baggage, too much weight," so I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving I received; and still our burden was light. I didn't trust Him at first, in control of my life; I thought He'd wreck it. But He knows bike secrets. He knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners; He knows how to jump to clear high rocks. He even knows how to fly to shorten scary passages. " 'And I'm learning to shut up and pedal--in the strangest places. And I'm beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face, and my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ; and when I'm sure I just can't do any more, He just smiles and says, "Pedal! Pedal!" ' " |
- January 27, 1992 broadcast, Insight for Living