This Post Title Was Gonna Be "I'm Ataraxic...No, ATaraxic" But I'm Changing It To "Thank God For Brawny"

My sin of late has not been worry. I'm working on molding myself into a condition called ataraxia. It's a mindset where one is free from worry or occupation. I saw it in a movie.
Anyway, I'm not worrying. But I'm not sinless. The red-eyed imp (lust) and the black puffer-fish (pride) still fight each other for top spot on the sin list. But, hey, I'm not worrying.
Not worried about a job.
Not worried about a car.
Not worried about my sin.
Not worried about honoring God.

It's a strange place, one that can lead either to trusting God's promises or becoming apathetic to anything spiritual.


I just had a 2 1/2 inch cockroach crawl up my leg in the dark. It was slain by a very angry white male with extreme prejudice. It was the kind of meaty squish you can feel through double layers of thick paper towel. Brawny - the Cockroach Killer.
I no longer trust this apartment.



Anyway, Ephesians 4 says - "put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness."

So the old self, that's the old personality that worries. But it's also the well known antagonist who doesn't trust. So essentially, if I'm not trusting (which would be putting on the new self), then I'm still knocking back cold ones with the old self.

If I don the clothing of trust after casting off the rags of worry, then I can revel in the simple presence of the sovereign, wise, good, and loving God who will keep His promises and reward those who seek Him.
But if I simply cast off those anxious tatters and then do nothing, then I'll just sit naked, uncaring and apathetic about myself.

So that's it. I don't worry. And I'm worried about it.