The Same Words from a Sot's Mouth or a Saint's

Isaiah 56:12 presents revelers summoning one another to carouse without fear: 'Come, let us drink; tomorrow will be like today.' These words fall from the lips of men who have abandoned duty for luxury, who swagger through their banqueting chamber believing the cellar will never empty. They forget tomorrow's headaches; they forget that fingers may write their doom upon those very walls.…