I am currently reading the book, "The Heavenly Man" about this christian named Brother Yun who had been tortured and thrown in and out of the prison for many times. I was just ashamed as I realized that the butterflies that I have in my stomach can never be able to be compared to the electric batons that he bore for the Lord.

If the electric batons never stopped him from sharing the gospel than how can the butterflies in my stomach scares me off?