Ah, ants and sluggards.
This next bit is one of my favorite sections of Proverbs, and probably my youngest brother’s least
favorite. I recall quoting it to his prone form on at least one occasion
as he lay blearily sprawled across his waterbed, the hour approaching noon.
I have always been a very early riser (these days it’s usually somewhere
between 3 and 4 a.m.) and found his inertia appalling in some indefinable,
slightly jealous way. So I leaped on him fists-first and played the part
of the proverbial bandit.
Not my finest hour or
my most accurate application of scripture, but when your parents raise a bunch
of boys together, these are the sorts of things that happen.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.