Why worry when stress is stressful enough?

                   Here I am, once more endeavoring to delve into the depths of young adulthood and the tribulations that this stage of life carries. I am but a humble servant to age’s woes and cannot claim to have surmounted them all, yet I beseech you to consider my voice. With increasing frequency of my entries, I strive to connect more with you peers and with The Father, and so I ask each of you to hold me accountable for the substance of my transcriptions just as He does, that it may not be simply pabulum or other insipid babbling, but words that, once spoken, plant seeds within each of you and sprout to produce new life. With my overly verbose and silly preamble concluded, I now turn to the heart of the matter.

Generation Y faces a unique predicament. Generations past have taken a short leap from adolescence into maturity. We millennials now face the quandary of an intermediate stage thrust between the juncture of boyhood and manhood. This phase in development, rather enigmatic, boasts new challenges from which prior generations have been shielded. Young adults are presently treated as Frankenstein’s monster. We are no longer children, yet by society we are not deemed fully adult, and so we oscillate between the two, blindly tackling the challenges set before us. Consequently, our generation is plagued with unprecedented quantities of stress. Now, I postulate that stress intrinsically is not the beast to be conquered, but the worry that follows. Austrian author Hans Selye once said, “It’s not the stress that kills us, it is our reaction to it.” I claim that stress, in a healthy regimen, is beneficial to the soul. Stress demands timeliness, which prompts action and dissuades laziness or complacency. The obstacle arising is not the stress in itself, but the worry. Even the tritest of ministers in their pulpits proclaim the message in the sixth chapter of Matthew stating, “Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.” None other than our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ decreed this message, and so is it logical to conclude that worry and all of its cohorts serve no purpose in our being? I insist no. Jesus himself in the garden of Gethsemane met unparalleled portions of stress, so much so that he sweat drops of blood. I take heart in this example, knowing that my savior endured identical tension that we encounter daily. So to you my readers I say, delight in the stress bestowed upon us because it is through the fiercest fires that iron is tempered.

This brief hoorah declared by yours truly stands not as a persuasion to dismiss stress, but an encouragement to weather the storm. We must march forward with heads held high and with the fortitude to tackle life’s contests. I thank you all for your growing intrigue toward an impassioned individual, and when worry begins to engulf the world around you take heed that 1) the tomb is empty 2) God is faithful.