A snare is a trap that stops progress It drains all hope and keeps the captive enslaved
The joy of delighting in God while the Spirit illumines Scripture:
Preacher: "Some of you are 'wonton!' You're like a 'whited sepulcher!' You may come to church on Sunday, bow your head and say your prayers Wednesday, but where are you 'wont to haunt' every other day?
"You didn't expect to be here? Me neither!"
How long O Lord before you kill these people the things they say and do are so sinful. Deep in the dark they lurk as if to cover up their deep rooted hatred for one another. They keep coming to hear the same things? 'Why," I ask, "when you wont obey these words I utter