Therefore I tell you, do not be anxious about earning your living, not even for the shirt on your back. Isn't life more than the chore of sustaining it? Look at the birds. Do they have careers? Yet they are fed. Don't we belong in the world as much as they do? And who can add years to his life by being driven?
As for clothing, think of the wild flowers on the plains. They weren't manufactured in a sweat shop in the garment district. Jack Welch doesn't dress as well. If God so clothes the prairie grasses which flourish for a single spring then burn, will you not fare as well, oh ye of little faith?
What shall we eat? What shall we drink? What shall we wear? Grinding out your days to secure these things is known as the Protestant work ethic. They didn't get it from me!