When was I persecuted or ridiculed for my faith? It could hardly be called “persecution” in comparison with what many have endured, but I’ll always remember an afternoon graduate counseling class at a Baptist university in Virginia. For an assignment, I had written a paper regarding a difficult marriage/divorce scenario I had had to deal with. I did not realize I would have to stand in front of the class, present the situation, and take feedback/criticism from the class of denominational preachers. It lasted for a while and, as far as I could tell, I was the only one in the room who believed Matthew 19:9.