A Garland to Grace Thy Head
When I was a little girl, if a neighbor or a teacher or a police officer walked me to my front door by the ear to my parents, I’d get what some people might call a whoopin’ from my parents. I was a good enough child to chose the right friends, behave like a young lady, and keep trouble away, mostly because I was afraid of a whoopin’.
Today, if I were to walk a neighbor’s child by the ear to his house, I’d have charges of battery on a minor filed against me. I’d like to believe that if a neighbor did that to my child, I’d react in the same manner that my own parents would, but my children don’t bring me those kinds of problems.
I don’t know what has happened in our country, in our culture, that has given children the privilege to disrespect others and dishonor their parents and have their parents defend their actions. It astounds me.
8 Listen, my son, to your father’s instruction
and do not forsake your mother’s teaching.
9 They are a garland to grace your head
and a chain to adorn your neck.
10 My son, if sinful men entice you,
do not give in to them.
11 If they say, “Come along with us;
let’s lie in wait for innocent blood,
let’s ambush some harmless soul;
12 let’s swallow them alive, like the grave,
and whole, like those who go down to the pit;
13 we will get all sorts of valuable things
and fill our houses with plunder;
14 cast lots with us;
we will all share the loot”—
15 my son, do not go along with them,
do not set foot on their paths;
16 for their feet rush into evil,
they are swift to shed blood.
17 How useless to spread a net
where every bird can see it!
18 These men lie in wait for their own blood;
they ambush only themselves!
19 Such are the paths of all who go after ill-gotten gain;
it takes away the life of those who get it.