I’m afraid of speaking sometimes, for fear of being misunderstood. I’m afraid of being rejected, of being despised. I’m afraid of labeling myself as self-pitying, judgmental, naive. But my own fears are misplaced, I think. After all, the Lord experienced rejection from His own and misunderstanding from His own. Even after He healed, there were things to be said, criticisms to be made, and false accusations. He knew it would happen, and yet He suffered that for us.