The Fear of Man Lays a Snare
“The fear of man lays a snare, but whoever trusts in the LORD is safe.” Prov. 29:25
Fear- charadah: anxiety, quaking
Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the LORD, and turn away from evil. It will be healing to your flesh and refreshment to your bones.” Prov. 3:5-8
Fear- yaré: revere, to stand in awe of
Snares are effective because they blend in with their surroundings. What appears to be a safe, leaf-covered path actually contains a trap meant to entangle and hold without relenting. And once a poor creature steps into the snare, a greater being outside of itself must intervene to set it loose.
God designed us for joyful unity with him and one another. He alone has authentic authority to set worth and purpose. But we created beings misappropriate, then fear the opinions of those to whom we’ve bequeathed the power.
Fear of man blends into the forest floor of our heart. A chameleon whose offspring is anxiety.
We hope other jars of clay can fill us up, but this approval-lust is a broken cistern.
And a dangerous trap.
The One who gently removes the snare invokes a different kind of fear. Reverend awe. We are not afraid of harm, rather overwhelmed by his magnitude and acutely aware of our dependent smallness. His beauty is irresistible and exposes all of the hidden snares, set for me and set by me. The truth of his own stripes heals the cuts where snares constricted for so long. Bone-deep sighs of relief escape from lips that recognize they are finally safe. Followed by songs of praise for the one who set this captive free.