No Harvest for the Slothful

A sluggard does not plow in season;
so at harvest time he looks but finds nothing.
                           —Proverbs 20:4

The sluggard—variously translated lazy, slacker, slothful—has surrendered, laid down his arms, decided not to fight. Or just decided not to decide. He has given up being in charge of his life; his theme song is Que Sera, Sera—Whatever Will Be, Will Be.

He lives in drift mode; no undertaking is so important that it can’t wait until tomorrow. “For the diligent a week has seven days, for the slothful seven tomorrows,” declares the Polish Proverb.

The slothful, under excuse of unfavorable weather, refuses to plant or plough until it’s too late.

“There is a time for everything, a season for every activity … A time to plant and a time to harvest” (Eccl. 3:1, 2). No planting, no harvesting.

Sloth is one of the so-called Seven Deadly Sins. It deserves the honor.

Great difficulties are small to the diligent.
Small difficulties are great to the slothful.

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