Since I am an introvert and like to spend large blocks of time alone, I don’t encounter people I would consider dangerous very often. But maybe that’s a problem. Maybe I’m just not aware.
“At the window of my house I looked down through the lattice. I saw among the simple, I noticed among the young men, a youth who had no sense. He was going down the street near her corner, walking along in the direction of her house at twilight, as the day was fading, as the dark of night set in. Then out came a woman to meet him, dressed like a prostitute and with crafty intent” (Proverbs 7:6-10 NIV).
“All at once he followed her like an ox going to the slaughter, like a deer stepping into a noose till an arrow pierces his liver, like a bird darting into a snare, little knowing it will cost him his life” (verses 22-23).
Why do we do that? Why do we approach those risky places when good sense dictates otherwise?
“My son, keep my words and store up my commands within you. Keep my commands and you will live; guard my teachings as the apple of your eye. Bind them on your fingers; write them on the tablet of your heart. Say to wisdom, ‘You are my sister,’ and to insight, ‘You are my relative.’ They will keep you from the adulterous woman, from the wayward woman with her seductive words” (verses 1-5).
It’s clear that keeping, storing up, guarding, binding, and writing the words on my heart is what will keep me out of trouble, and this is my responsibility. It won’t just happen on its own. Wisdom must be adopted – by choice.
by Kathy Sheldon Davis