Snared

Many, many years ago my brother went ice fishing with a friend.   I'm guessing they were around 14-15 years old at the time.  They chopped a little hole in the ice and proceeded with their sport.  About the time their extremities were starting to get numb, they decided to call it a day and at this point my brother's friend had an idea.  "Hey," he said, "I'm going to cover up the hole so you can't tell it's there.   That way somebody else will come along and step right in it!"  Yes, folks, that's just the kind of idea that boys find amusing, and this will remain true throughout the millennia.  At any rate, this friend enacted his devilish plan with skill and the snare was laid.  They picked up all of their equipment and as they were leaving, this guy stepped right into the trap dunking one leg calf deep into the icy water.  My brother enjoyed a good laugh over that and you should, too.  It's a story that often comes to mind when I read this passage in Psalm 9:

The Lord is known by the judgment He executes, whether He's dealing with nations or individuals, whether judgment comes right away or is delayed.  There's comfort in that (unless you are wicked, of course).   Meditation, indeed.