Who am I? I have been told that I suffer the days of misfortune with serenity, smiles and pride, as someone accustomed to victory. Am I really what others say about me, or am I only what I know of myself? Bedeviled by anxiety, awaiting great events that might never occur, fearfully powerless and worried for friends far away, weary and empty in prayer, in thinking, in doing, weak and ready to take leave of it all. Who am I? They mock me, these lonely questions of mine. Whoever I am, you know me, Oh God. You know I am yours.
– Dietrich Bonhoeffer, 1944