will not face reality and, through it all, a man who is restless, helpless, and useless. His life is chaotic because his soul is chaotic. He cares little for God, so he cares little for those things that honor and glorify God—things like hard work and doing good for others. There is something of the sluggard in most of us or perhaps in all of us—maybe even in you. If you want an excuse to be unproductive, you will inevitably find one, and if you can’t find one, you will manufacture one. And it could