It seems to me that god has put us who bear his message on a stage in a theater in which no one wants to buy a ticket. We are something everyone stands around and stares at, like an accident in the street.
We are “The Messiah’s Misfitz.
you might be sure of yourselves, but we live in the midst of frailties and uncertainties. You might be well thought of by others, bet we are mostly kicked around. Much of the time we do not have enough to eat. We wear patched and threadbare clothes, and we get doors slammed in our faces, we pick up odd jobs anywhere we can to eke out a living. When they call us names we say “God Bless You!”
1 Corinthians 4:9-12