Rhetorically speaking, Why do we cling to anonymity? Why are we fearful when God is with us? Were the apostles fearful? They obviously were as it took the Holy Spirit to embolden them. It wasn’t until Jesus appeared after death and sent the Spirit to them that they were emboldened. Before that there were denials and fear. Peter’s faith, the rock upon which the church was to be built, denied Jesus. Do we truly feel the presence of the Spirit if we are hiding in anonymity? I often feel guilt for this. Obviously, the Spirit is working in me but I have failed to answer this call. The closest I’ve come is switching my post audience on FB from friends only to public. While my post activity, under my name, was robust during COVID, speaking out against the tyranny and deception, I haven’t bothered returning. Haven’t felt the need to. I feel the Spirit is telling me to go public here. If God is for us, then who can be against us? I fear not for myself but for my family and my ability to protect them from unnecessary drama and persecution. I have young children and my family is still growing. I am not asking for consolation or pity but only trying to stir everyone. Perhaps this question deserves more contemplation in all of us. Would love to hear opinions on this. Numbers 6:24-26
Edit: Strength in numbers. Do we give away our strength posting anonymously?
Edit 2: Thank you for the responses and gained perspective. I feel more disappointed it’s come to this than guilt. I’ve always despised the anonymity of the internet as it seems to be a root cause of all the poison on the internet. I have always been able to say what I feel without remorse to people’s faces and have been extremely disappointed with those who cannot. What a world it would be if we could hear raw opinions about ourselves and instead of getting butthurt about someone else’s opinion we would simply take it in, analyze it, decide if there’s merit to it, and then move on either ignoring it or making a warranted change to better ourselves. This how I operate but I guess it’s a bridge too far to expect it from others.
God bless you all! Numbers 6:24-26
It's 1983 and I am in school learning Cobol on a IBM Phase IV mini mainframe but I distract myself while compiling my Cobol programs by viewing other active terminals in use on the system, understanding then that this abuse in the future would be on a much larger scale. At this time I am sure my actual ID is known however my own info was never entered into a system by me till I did two things got a Paypal and Coinbase accounts. Otherwise I am just Eel...20years plus now,...eel's live quiet lives in the dark of the ocean rarely meeting with others of their species only to slip in the dark again, the nick is more Apt for me then my name. I have never felt bad about it. It's better that way it made it difficult for darknet baddies to Dox me at times, but also means my own family members have no idea on how to contact me outside of a phone call. But I can live with that.