Wisdom is calling

Proverbs 1:20-33 (AMP)–Wisdom cries aloud in the street, she raises her voice in the markets; She cries at the head of the noisy intersections [in the chief gathering places]; at the entrance of the city gates she speaks: How long, O simple ones [open to evil], will you love being simple? And the scoffers delight in scoffing and [self-confident] fools hate knowledge? If you will turn (repent) and give heed to my reproof, behold, I [Wisdom] will pour out my spirit upon you, I will make my words known to you.

Because I have called and you have refused [to answer], have stretched out my hand and no man has heeded it, And you treated as nothing all my counsel and would accept none of my reproof, I also will laugh at your calamity; I will mock when the thing comes that shall cause you terror and panic–When your panic comes as a storm and desolation and your calamity comes on as a whirlwind, when distress and anguish come upon you. Then will they call upon me [Wisdom] but I will not answer; they will seek me early and diligently but they will not find me.

Because they hated knowledge and did not choose the reverent and worshipful fear of the Lord, Would accept none of my counsel, and despised all my reproof, Therefore shall they eat of the fruit of their own way and be satiated with their own devices. For the backsliding of the simple shall slay them, and the careless ease of [self-confident] fools shall destroy them. But whoso hearkens to me [Wisdom] shall dwell securely and in confident trust and shall be quiet, without fear or dread of evil.

I’m not a very visual person.  When I think of something that can be represented in physical space, I don’t usually picture it in my head.  When I read a book, I don’t usually imagine what the characters look like or what their surroundings are like.  I just don’t think visually most of the time.  So, when something does strike me in a way that causes me to see it in my head, I usually take note.  This passage is one of those things.

This is the picture that comes to mind (and, if you are not a visual thinker like I am not, then you probably won’t see it, either, but that doesn’t mean that you won’t understand).  There is a busy outdoor market, like a bazaar or something.  There are lots of stands where people can buy various foods and goods, and they are.  The roads are packed with people talking, bartering, haggling, greeting one another, etc.  There are street entertainers performing for the crowds.  There, in the midst of all of the hustle and bustle, is one woman shouting out for people to come to her.  She is yelling, trying to be heard over the noise.  Her message is urgent, but few hear it because of all the distractions.  Few come to her house of learning that is open to all and the message doesn’t get through the crowded streets to those who need to hear it most.

And that woman is us.  Crying out in the streets that the world needs wisdom.  Being heard by only a few.


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