Evening, November 24, edited from Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening
“’A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest,’ then your poverty will come as a robber and your want like an armed man.” — Proverbs 24:33-34
The worst of the slothful only ask for a little slumber; they would be indignant if they were accused of complete idleness. A little folding of the hands to sleep is all they crave, and they have a multitude of reasons to show that this indulgence is a very proper one. Yet by these increments the day ebbs away, and the time for labor is all gone, and the field is grown over with thorns. It is by little procrastinations that men ruin their souls. They have no intention to delay for years; a few months will bring the more convenient season; tomorrow if you will, they will attend to serious things; but the present hour is so occupied and altogether so unsuitable, that they beg to be excused. Like sands from an hourglass, time passes, life is wasted by dribbles, and seasons of grace lost by little times of slumber. Oh, to be wise, to catch the flying hour, to use the moments on the wing! May the Lord teach us this sacred wisdom, for otherwise a poverty of the worst sort awaits us, eternal poverty which shall leave in want of even a drop of water, and begging for it in vain. Like a traveler steadily pursuing his journey, poverty overtakes the slothful, and ruin overthrows the undecided: each hour brings the dreaded pursuer nearer; he does not pause by the way, for he is on his master’s business and must not tarry. As an armed man enters with authority and power, so shall want come to the idle, and death to the unrepentant, and there will be no escape. O that men were wise early, and would seek diligently for the Lord Jesus, or before the solemn day shall dawn when it will be too late to plow and to sow, too late to repent and believe. In harvest, it is pointless to lament that the seed time was neglected. As yet, faith and holy decision are timely. May we obtain them this night.