Anxiety swirled like the impurities in a glass of pond water.
I was feeling uneasy…a bit cranky—and I didn't quite know why.
Call it a case of the Monday Morning Blues. Or was it?
Pacing myself along the mile-and-a-half walk to work, I attempted to take some sort of emotional inventory and became the the subject of my own interrogation:
Why are you so uptight, Jon?
Not sure.
Did you have a bad night's sleep?
No. Slept reasonably well, actually.
Are you gainfully employed?
Gratefully, yes.
And would you describe the work you do as meaningful, or merely busy work?
Definitely meaningful. I love that about my job.
Nervous about paying some bills?
Not really. None in particular.
Did you eat three meals yesterday?
Yep. Never had to worry about a single one of them, either. Unlike some places I've traveled.
And are you married to someone who loves you?
Yep. I'm blessed, in fact.
What about your health? Perhaps there are issues there?
Actually, none!
And you have some spare change on your dresser, is that fair to say?
Yes.
You realize, of course, that little fact alone puts you among the richest in the history of civilization, right?
So I've heard. Read it somewhere.
Isn't it true you've been forgiven of your sins? All of them?
Yes. Absolutely true.
Isn't it also true when this little blip on the time line we call “life” is over, you'll spend eternity in heaven?
Yes. All eternity.
Isn't it true that “He has said never will I leave you, never will I forsake you”?
Yes. It's true. Every word of it.
So let me get this straight. You have a loving family, a good job, good health, money to pay the bills, you don't worry about food—ever—you're richer than most folks in the history of the planet…you've been forgiven all your sins, granted eternal life…but you're still upset?
Umm….Not really. Not anymore.
I didn't think so.