I am, more oftentimes than not, a Marlin.
No, this is not my post about my being drafted by Miami (the Angels would pick me first anyway). And I am not referring to the giggling one in Cabo.
The Marlin I’m referring to is that of Nemo’s dad, played by Al Brooks, in Pixar’s Finding Nemo. In that wonderful film (which to my surprise is nearly 10 years old!), Marlin is a worry wart, a Debbie-downer, and one who is constantly relying on himself and not able to see anything beyond his own two fins. My own proclivity to Marlinism goes back many years and as I see more and more the ways that I Marlinize, I’m learning that it doesn’t get me anywhere.
In fact, one’s own Marlinishness can only lead to more fretting and less trusting. The Apostle Paul told the church at Phillipi similar words when he encouraged them not to “worry about anything, but in every situation with prayer and petition, and thanksgiving, present your requests to God.” Why? Because then, “the peace of God, which is above all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” The benefit of not falling into Marlinism is peace. God’s peace, and protection in Jesus.
That’s more than anyone could ask for.