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Proverbs 15:19

The Message

The path of lazy people is overgrown with briers; the diligent walk down a smooth road.

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My question: What are God-worshipers like? Your answer: Arrows aimed at God’s bull’s-eye.

Point me down your highway, God; direct me along a well-lighted street; show my enemies whose side you’re on. Don’t throw me to the dogs, those liars who are out to get me, filling the air with their threats.

Moral character makes for smooth traveling; an evil life is a hard life.

Hot tempers start fights; a calm, cool spirit keeps the peace.

Intelligent children make their parents proud; lazy students embarrass their parents.

The loafer says, “There’s a lion on the loose! If I go out I’ll be eaten alive!”

The perverse travel a dangerous road, potholed and mud-slick; if you know what’s good for you, stay clear of it.

Loafers say, “It’s dangerous out there! Tigers are prowling the streets!” and then pull the covers back over their heads.

You lazy fool, look at an ant. Watch it closely; let it teach you a thing or two. Nobody has to tell it what to do. All summer it stores up food; at harvest it stockpiles provisions. So how long are you going to laze around doing nothing? How long before you get out of bed? A nap here, a nap there, a day off here, a day off there, sit back, take it easy—do you know what comes next? Just this: You can look forward to a dirt-poor life, poverty your permanent houseguest!

There will be a highway called the Holy Road. No one rude or rebellious is permitted on this road. It’s for God’s people exclusively— impossible to get lost on this road. Not even fools can get lost on it. No lions on this road, no dangerous wild animals— Nothing and no one dangerous or threatening. Only the redeemed will walk on it. The people God has ransomed will come back on this road. They’ll sing as they make their way home to Zion, unfading halos of joy encircling their heads, Welcomed home with gifts of joy and gladness as all sorrows and sighs scurry into the night.

Someone says: “Build, build! Make a road! Clear the way, remove the rocks from the road my people will travel.”




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