Anonymous
I like not being known. That may seem a little weird, but there is a power in it that is often overlooked. It is an ego culture in which we live, but it is becoming too emotionally oppressive to maintain. Being known used to be a bit of a rush, but now it is a bit of a risk. Fame is more likely to get you crucified than crowned. To have a public life is to be the target of the envious and even the downright evil. I really do not want my personal life (flaws and all) to be read by people standing in line at the grocery store.
Jesus was popular among the hopeless but a threat to the powerful. For that reason, he did a lot of work out of the limelight. He healed people that went away — quickly forgetting his name and oblivious to his divine purpose. That was no threat to him, though sometimes he was saddened that people would settle for being merely physically healed. Eventually, it was the spin given to his popularity by his enemies that got him killed.
These days, the moment you are known, you are vulnerable to all sorts of potential lawsuits. I have lived in cities where people were told not to wear expensive jewelry in public or drive nice cars. Doing so made them the potential object of crime. Wearing a fur coat can get you accosted by an animal rights zealot. Strangely enough, we have all become walking symbols to each other…and symbols can morph into targets.
Some of the best counseling I have ever done has been in airports and restaurants where no one knew my name. They only sensed that I had some counseling skills and the heart to listen. There is something about anonymity that allows people just to be people. The minute titles and ego appear in a conversation, the wounded soul in need of consolation runs for cover.
To the ancient Greeks, fame was a form of immortality. Many people still believe that and seek it. The better power is being an “angel” to someone in a God-given opportunity for good. Quality spiritual results happen when people thank God for the experience without having the ego clutter of some narcissist hanging around.







