It's so easy to proclaim the wonderful truth of Grace when there is money and food on the table, or when impending death or sickness isn't knocking on your door. It feels so utterly inconvenient to hear  sermons on "Your money or lack thereof is no proof of God's presence in your life" when we don't actually have money. And then there's the guilt trip because quite frankly who the hell wants lack? You don't care about millions gazillions, you just want to enjoy your life. When it comes to self preservation; believing, or believing in Christ's belief in you, or however other beautiful and poetic way you want to put it, becomes a whole other proverbial giant of astronomical proportions. You can put that in your mystical Grace-whacked pipe and smoke it.

And yet in all this, thru experience, one is reminded of how God's wonderful manifestation of His Grace has time and again miraculously come thru. Psalm 36:9 gets to the point:  "For with thee is the fountain of life: in thy light shall we see light." In His light we see the light. What an absolute wondrous thought. When I look back on my life it's easy to recall when God rocked up. It was always when I was amidst the storm sleeping. It was from this state of Grace I would wake up and (gracefully) reprimand the storm, and then go back to sleep. Reprimanding out of fear does not seem to work. You know that sensation you get when you feel guilty because you're so calm and collected in the face of ultimate danger? You're still not sleeping here. It's when you ignore this feeling of guilt that you fall asleep. It's in His light where we see the light and when we see the light, we see our future as He sees it, absolutely and totally and completely and stupendously prosperous.

The simple fundamental non-sugar coated truth about worry is that it's our way of saying "God is not in my future. God is not there yet." It's acknowledging that fundamentally we don't believe in God's belief in our future.  My good friend Francois du Toit speaks about the fisherman boats in Hermanus. He explains how they were never built to be docked, they were built to withstand the roughest and toughest seas the Southern hemisphere can throw at them. There will always be rough seas. When David killed Goliath he must have been the craziest, luckiest, suicidal son of a bitch, OR - he was simply and quite naturally reprimanding the storm. He saw the light in(side) the light of Christ.