I find myself frequently revisiting the past, trying to make right what once went wrong with amicable advices.
As I examine these, I do admit that these grew out of some guilty feelings that I didn't do something in the past to correct the situation because I was too overwhelmed by stress as well as fear. When someone is nice to me, I know when to stand against him when justice is call into concern, but when someone is insistently nice to me when I just had a stressful victory over evil, I failed to rise above the stress from the battle to see the darkness on this side of the river, already presuming subconsciously that I would be too lonely if I tried to be a witness to the truth against BOTH sides.
Of course, I shouldn't have tolerated them the FIRST TIME (imagining that they would someone understood and correct themselves secretly), not to mention the second time or the third and so forth.
True rebuke is like lightning, it shames the wicked in the dust and corrects the humble in fear in an instant with its strike. It doesn't delay nor try to find excuses for such. It is not afraid of loneliness in the world for it has the praise of God hidden within mysteriously but not in pride.