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In Proverbs 8, Divine Wisdom is personified and calls out to human societies everywhere.
Does not wisdom call?
Does not understanding raise her voice?
On the heights beside the way,
at the crossroads she takes her stand;
beside the gates in front of the town,
at the entrance of the portals she cries aloud:
“To you, O men, I call,
and my cry is to the children of man.
O simple ones, learn prudence;
O fools, learn sense.
Hear, for I will speak noble things,
and from my lips will come what is right,
for my mouth will utter truth;
wickedness is an abomination to my lips. [Proverbs 8: 1-7]
Wisdom, divine wisdom, is crying out every day to humanity. But men are weak, stubborn, and foolish. Men, in vast arrogance, think they can ignore the Living God and forge their own path and make up their own wisdom. But the cry of Wisdom ends on a final, determinative climax:
For whoever finds me finds life
and obtains favour from the Lord,
but he who fails to find me injures himself;
all who hate me love death.
Those who shut their ears to God experience self-inflicted injury; those who hate God's wisdom love death. At first glance some may advance the idea that "loving death" is a mere figure of speech, possibly an example of hyperbole. But as humanism gains strength throughout the post-Christian West it is becoming literally true. There is a growing love of death, as opposed to living and life.
Emma Elliott Freire writes: