Walking Into The Snare

This world has become proficient at the snare. This, I'm sure, is not news to you. In so many ways each of us has felt the tug of that worldly snare around an ankle, usually just before the face is planted in the dirt. Hopefully, that is a figuratively-speaking face plant, but sometimes we have to get up and wash off the ol' honker quite literally. Yesterday, I listened as a young man outlined his medical and financial problem. He needs an operation, but the recovery is 4-6 months, during which time he cannot do his job. No job of course equals no income, which in turn produces living on the street in the cold, starvation, and other enjoyable activities. The job causes more damage to the joint in question, but the powers that be have declared him too fit for disability. Their solution is for him to get a job he can do while recovering from surgery. He is well and truly in one of the world's snares.

Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the perilous pestilence. (Ps 91:3)

We have this promise from the Lord.

There it is. I can bear witness that He has removed me from a very similar snare.

We have this promise from the Lord.

Amen,
Bucky