The reasoning of the flesh would have me incessantly worrying about what people think about me. Believe me, I still hear that old voice that always hounded me about not rocking the boat, about making sure I don’t do or say anything that would make people misunderstand or not like me. I am continually challenged by the world around me to promote myself, to put forth my qualifications so that I come across as one who is recognized according to the world’s standards as an authority. Sure, being recognized as an authority might give me a lot more believability in more people’s eyes, but then what kind of faith does such believability engender? I also learned long time ago that no matter what I say or write I will be doctrinally incorrect according to somebody.