The godly despise the wicked; the wicked despise the godly. Proverbs 29:27 NLT
When I was up to no good, the last thing I wanted around was some “goody two-shoes.” My sister fit the bill most of the time.
I couldn’t stand her! She was always in the right place at the wrong time for me. I never got away with anything.
Examples are abundant, but not necessary…I’m sure I share company with some whose past attitudes and behaviors are just as well forgotten and forgiven.
The other side of that coin, however is the frustration felt by the likes of my sister who are simply abiding by the rules prescribed by those in authority so it might go well with them.
As an adult, with a family…children and a wife, I admit my struggle. Sometimes it’s hard to see beyond the madness when another with ill motives seeks to impose “unjust” demands on the innocent.
What I have learned thus far from living on both sides of that coin is…no matter what side you are on, you think you are right and the other is wrong. And fuss as you may, until they are ready, you, nor they, will change sides.
The wicked flee when no one pursues, but the righteous are bold as a lion. Proverbs 28:1
Growing up, I was always hungry. Well, kind of. I ate my fair share of whatever we had for dinner, but my hunger never ceased for the stuff that was no good for me or something my mom told me to leave alone.
She was on a diet and had certain things should could eat for lunch. So, every few days, as I recall, she would bake a chicken, wrap the pieces in foil and put it in her lunch sack…along with a cup of fruit-filled yogurt.
One time I got into mom’s yogurt. You know the little cups I’m talking about? About 8 ounces or so with all those different kinds of flavors? Well, I knew no moderation, so I could polish off about ten of those things in no time flat. Therefore, they were off limits.
Over time, my “hunger” got the best of me and I snuck one. Took it into my room. Hid under the bed. Every bite, I heard footsteps. Took me an hour to finish it and all I remember is being more worried about getting caught than enjoying my stolen treasure.
When things aren’t right, we don’t rest well. Granted, if you make a habit of breaking rules, unfavorable repercussions become a way of life. But that’s no kind of living, if you ask me.
When we know there is nothing to hide, we come and go as we please. And when something ugly tempts us, then we can plant our feet and stand our ground.