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Proverbs 5: All About Spam, Scams, and Clickbait


A digital image of a woman trying to lure innocent boys into danger by dangling sparkling honey over their heads. She's using a fishing rod to show she is seeking to catch prey. The scene goes with the warning from Scripture of that which seems sweet at first and turns bitter when truth is revealed.
AI (Wombo) The Temptress by Crystal A Murray (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0)

What do spam, scams, and clickbait have in common? They are all shiny wrappers around hidden nastiness that will lead to unwanted ends. They are all lures on a fisherman’s hook trying to catch something to fillet for dinner. And the fish rarely realize it until it’s too late. The woman in Proverbs 5 is one of those fishermen.

Read Proverbs 5 at Bible Hub at https://biblehub.com/proverbs/5.htm.

Have you ever wondered how they know all the viruses and scams out there so they can protect us? There are actually people who make themselves vulnerable to attack, so they can write protections for the rest of us who are not knowledgeable of what’s out there. We can be thankful that even in the free antivirus software, people are taking time to seek out what might bring harm to the rest of us to protect not only us but everyone else we connect to. And so goes the story of the father in Proverbs who desperately wants to protect his sons from becoming victims of the enemy of their souls.

I have ADHD but I prefer to call it OLS for “Oh look, SHINY!” Boy can I get distracted by shiny, pretty, sparkly, and otherwise noticeable things. They take away my time, my ability to focus, and even my moments that could be spent with people who matter more than the distractions. Sometimes, the guilt and regret of making bad decisions can hang on me for a long time after there’s no turning back and something important got lost in the chaos. Maybe it was a friend I forgot to call back. Maybe just a bill I forgot to pay that resulted in a late fee or a mark on my credit. Whatever it was, the promise for something that seemed sweet (like the honey and oil from the forbidden woman in verse 3) or shiny turned bitter and ugly in the end.

Whether you click on the bait that never satisfies, or the virus-laden page or email, or you fall for the seductions of the enemy, the price is always one of loss you didn’t intend. Verse 12 blames it on the person hating to be disciplined and not listening to teachers or mentors. And verse 11 talks about the groaning at the end of a wasted life. These things are written about adultery, so the lyrics from the song Careless Whisper are perfect for seeing the sadness that results from listening to one whisper of bad advice. Of course, that song ends in hopelessness with the singer in the outro trying to talk himself out of being responsible for the hurt that drove the rejected person away, so I’m not going to link to the video, but you can click the title to read the lyrics at Genius where there seemed to be fewer pop-ups than some other lyric sites.

Now, if you’ll indulge my wondering mind for a moment, I want to share something that came to me as I worked on this. I realized that Solomon, the father giving all this advice here, was himself the son of an illicit affair. Whether his mother seduced the king like the scenario in this chapter of Proverbs isn’t certain, but from the context in ll Samuel 11:4, it would appear that she was a law keeper who was purifying herself according to the law of Moses, and King David is the one at fault. Had he been with his men in battle (maybe even with Bathsheba’s husband Uriah since he was one of the King’s “Mighty Men”), he may not have been there to see her bathing. Plus, he could’ve turned away, and he could’ve left her alone since he knew she belonged to someone else.

But whomever was at fault, it doesn’t change the dynamic that Solomon likely grew up with. Behind castle walls, a dysfunctional family, scarred by deceit and death, fought their private battles. And the kids saw it all. Solomon may have witnessed his mother crying over her losses. Being taken by David did not change Bathsheba’s status as a widow. He may also have been bullied by his jealous brothers when the infighting over who would be king was brutally active. Solomon was a victim of adults making decisions he wasn’t there for and couldn’t fix, so I think what he saw in all that dysfunction drove him to vehemently warn his children away from the same costly behaviors.

Solomon had all the reason in the world to just give up and play the victim card. After all, he spent his whole life in a place where “the sword would never depart” (as prophesied by Nathan the prophet). In today’s overtly sensitive society, it wouldn’t be a stretch to give him a blanket, a teddy bear, and some hot chocolate and then excuse him from all his responsibilities so he could process his pain. But back then, being a victim was like being a bleeding chicken where the rest of the flock pecks the weak bird to death. So Solomon reframed the situation and decided to learn from it and teach others from his experiences. He could write a book on how childhood trauma can create the greatest wisdom. Well, I guess he did write it. (Grin.)

Next time you read anything written by or about Solomon, think of him in terms of a survivor of a dysfunctional family and childhood. Note how that changes how you see and share his wisdom, especially if you have any experience as a survivor yourself. We can comfort each other in our pain, but we need balance to keep from being buried in that pain and paralyzed by it. As you think on these things, go to the comments and put one trial and one bit of wisdom that came from it for you. Like, “Life gave me lemons, so I reframed that and made lemonade.” I want to hear your thoughts on this. In the meantime, this song is the ultimate reframe from Christ where He reframed His death as a sacrifice, and you get to reframe your sin into salvation if you accept it. It’s called He Paid a Debt.

He Paid a Debt by Conrad Fisher (with lyrics)

March 5, 2026 Posted by | Bible, Christianity, Nonfiction, Old Testament, Proverbs & Wisdom, Thoughts and Articles, Walking With The Lord | , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

Strong Enough to Grieve


Bible Scripture from 2 Corinthians 4;18 on Turbulent Waters by Crystal A Murray (CC BY-NC-SA)

Temporary! That word carries both comfort and terror. Knowing that suffering will come to an end is comforting. Knowing the pain of loss when the end comes is terrifying.

Today marks 11 years since I said goodbye to my mom for the last time. It was bittersweet because of the healing that took place between us in her final days and hours. I wanted to let her go because I didn’t want her to suffer, but I didn’t want to let her go because I finally felt like I had a mom. Both the healing and the loss changed my life in more ways than I can count.

Anyone who was reading my blog knows that I pretty much stopped writing regularly after her passing. And then more losses and pain followed in the years after that made it hard to come back. But now that I’m here, and on this death anniversary, I want to focus on the good that God provides to comfort us in a life we have little control over. One bit of comfort is in that unseen eternity that carries more hope than anything in this world could ever provide. It’s a hope that my mom is there, in the Presence of our Creator and Lord, and enjoying every pain-free moment with Him. It’s a hope that I will see her again one day. And, it’s a hope that my own eternity will be filled with all the Love and Light that is God Almighty Himself. Those unseen hopes can carry a person through many troubles in this temporary life.

So, as I’ve been waxing poetic lately, I think it’s finally time to share the poem I feel God gave me shortly after my mom’s passing. I had been saving it to submit to a publisher, but maybe someone will stop by here who really needs to read it. Many have been brought to tears by the words in these verses, and I pray it blesses at least one someone out there.

STRONG ENOUGH TO GRIEVE
By Crystal A Murray (C) 2015 All Rights Reserved

No, you weren't the kind of mom that...
Fixed my lunches,
Made my bed,
Came to school functions,
Helped me study,
Or pushed me to graduate.

You didn't help me to...
Get ready for a prom,
Plan a perfect wedding,
Or prepare for a family.

See, we didn't have a storybook life.
Not even a sitcom, really.
Alcohol and mental illness,
Along with some bad "dads" in our home,
They stole hours and days.
They stole my childhood.
And yet, I loved you.

We finally became friends.
There were still many battles,
But I was old enough to stand.

And then we both got stronger.
The love of God changed our hearts.
And His grace changed our lives.

Old things went away... mostly.
But some damage was done.
Some scars would stay,
And even hurt at times.
You were better, but not always.
I was stronger yet often weak.
Oh, but I still loved you.

When the cancer came,
I was ready to fight in prayer,
But you said you were ready to go.
And so, I came to your side.
And that's when I learned...

You were still tormented.
You battled something oppressive that neither of us could see.
Much of what I took personally and hurt from
Wasn't about me.
But I had never known that.
It was all personal to me.
My hurts were so deep,
Healing seemed impossible,
And all my memories felt painful.

But then, a new friend prayed.
God sent her to both of us.
I had been strong enough...
To do what you needed,
To prepare for your death,
And to take care of business;
But I had not been strong enough to grieve.

After our friend prayed,
she taught us how to pray.
She showed us God's words that promised victory.

And then the peace came in.
You were delivered from your torment.
And I was set free to grieve.
I found memories of good times.
I sang you heaven songs--
Many I recalled from childhood.
And you rested.

I held your hand and felt new love for you;
Love not restricted and bound...
By years of pain,
By bad memories,
Or by guilt for my imperfections as a daughter.
Real, heartfelt love.

So, finally...
I grieved freely.
As your breath slowed,
As comfort took over pain,
And as God let me get some sleep, too.
You slipped away.
And I cried.

Now I remember the good.
And though it brings me sadness,
It also sets me free
because now...
I am strong enough to grieve.

January 13, 2026 Posted by | Bible, Christianity, Devotion, Nonfiction, Poetry, Prayer, Psalms and Biblical Poetry, Slice of Life, Thoughts and Articles, Walking With The Lord | , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment

   

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