As expected, “Yeah, but…” came by to see me today. I was attempting to hang out with another companion, “Why Worry? God’s got you covered.”
Now“Yeah, but…” always brings an entourage. You’ve heard of “Yes men.” Well, “Yeah, but…” brings along a lot of ““Yeah, but… men”–Lobbyists, witnesses and experts to prove its case and justify its position. (“You won’t have enough money.” “Nobody cares for you.” “People are undependable. “Get what you can while you can.” “You can’t trust men… or women.” “Life on this planet is doomed unless we get with the program and we’re too far gone in apathy and denial to do that.” “God is irrelevant to your daily life” “Life sucks!” etc.)
Now, “Yeah, but…” usually doesn’t tell me what action I actually need to take to address these annoying issues. That’s not its job. Its job is just to incite worry, assuming that if it stokes up enough anxiety and reinforces it with adequate justifications, proofs and corroborations happily supplied by its “Yeah, but… men,” I will forsake “Don’t worry, God’s got you covered.” and “Get real.” (One of “Yeah, but’s favorite injunctions.)
You see, from “Yeah, but’s…” point of view “Don’t worry, God’s got you covered.” is not only preposterous, but actually illegal… according to its laws. Anyone guilty of promoting this point of view deserves punishment and annihilation, even better, crucifixion, if they still allowed it. At the very least, mounted on the rack of ridicule.
When I tried to explain to “Yeah, but…” that the reason I need not worry is that I am realizing that I’m enfolded in the embrace of an all loving, all supportive Presence that has my best interests at heart.
“Oh, that,” “Yeah, but…” says disparagingly, insisting that IT has my best interests at heart, while attempting to persuade me that “Don’t worry, God’s got you covered.” is stupid, useless, irresponsible, fucked up, or any other adjective that can describe the utter insanity of allowing this perspective into my mind and why I need to do something about it…before…(and here it resorts to some projected time in the future that “Yeah, but…” predicts, with great conviction and the exhaustive research supplied by its expert witnesses)… calamity occurs…if I don’t change my ways, get busy worrying and take control.
Now part of why “Yeah, but…” is so convincing is that it can point to an almost infinite number of instances in which people who don’t respond to it’s highly trained and credible experts get their asses kicked and lose shit.
“Yeah, but…” can easily demonstrate through history that there is no “god” to cover my ass in troubling circumstances, let alone break my fall or pay my bills..
What “Yeah, but…” fails to mention, by cleverly hiding this reality, is that all this worry doesn’t actually prevent life from kicking my ass or taking away my shit.
Nevertheless, I implore “Why worry? God’s got you covered,” “what do you have to say to that.”
“Why worry, God’s got you covered,” humbly but authoritatively asks, “Do you do anything to beat your heart? Bring your self into existence? Breathe your lungs? Run your metabolism? Send messages throughout your nervous system? Continually feed and cleanse every cell in your body? Keep gravity operating? And does any amount of worry cause those things to happen?”
I turn to “Yeah, but…” who very deftly changes it’s first name to “Well” and starts,
“Oh, now you’re “Well, but…” are you? “Well…but”…does it?”
“So if none of this angst makes the most essential processes of your life happen without you even being conscious of them, let alone worrying about them, then do you think agonizing will help our host solve any of the problems that confront him?
But “Yeah, but…” makes one more attempt to validate its position by bringing in its tag team partner, “No, but…” who trots out its list of very compelling “or else’s.” (“You better get real about all of this or…”You’ll be homeless.” “You won’t have electricity.” “You’ll be rejected.” “You can’t pay your bills.” You’ll be downsized.” “You’ll be old, decrepit, alone, homeless and helpless, etc.)
“But doesn’t all that worry just sap your energy and keep you from creatively engaging your problems?” “Don’t worry. God’s got you covered” retorts.
“So, isn’t worry absolutely ridiculous and totally counterproductive…and that’s why you, “Yeah, but…” are nothing but a worry wart and all your “or else’s” are totally bogus?