“You cannot serve God and money. “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink, or about your body, what you will wear. Look at the birds in the sky: They do not sow, or reap, or gather into barns, yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Aren’t you more valuable than they are? And which of you by worrying can add even one hour to his life? Matthew 6:24-27
The anxiety of trying to serve opposites is tormenting. What does this have to do with worrying? What I’ll eat? What I’ll wear? What others think of me? Whether I’ll be employed? Whether I’m seriously ill? Anxiety serves Master Satan. To worry is to wonder if God is faithful and Satan is the author of that. Worry leads to autonomy. I take care of myself because I believe God won’t.
Remember the daisy game? ‘He loves me – He loves me not.’ Though it was childish, I do remember the bit of suspense as I neared the end of the petals. Which way would it be? Love me – or loves me not? This is the stuff of serving two masters.
‘God loves me – He loves me not.’ Faith is put on the sidelines as I wage the options of trusting God versus taking care of myself. God is unhappy because I fail to know the joy of childlike trust. Satan is unhappy because I still entertain God’s promises. How do I extricate myself from living between two masters? Remove the power of the evil one.
Satan does not deserve an ounce of attention because he lies about the other Master. If he told the truth, the battle would be understandable. If he predicted outcomes correctly, listening to him would make sense but nothing he says is true. His very nature is to lie. His default language is based on deceit. So, I step out from the middle today. When the first thought of worry emerges, I will snatch it and kill it with the whispered assurances of a faithful Father.
No middle, Father. No torment. Only a simple, childlike trust built on every single promise You have made. In Jesus’ name, Amen