For it is not an enemy who insults me; that I could endure. It is not a foe who rises against me; from him I could hide. But it is you, a man like myself, my companion and close friend. We shared sweet fellowship together; we walked with the crowd into the house of God.
Their name might come up in an ordinary conversation, a friend mentioning they still lead the small group, and your stomach drops. Someone you trusted said something, or failed to say something, and it landed harder because they had once prayed with you.
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