We all live in or near The Land of the Fear of Men, and yet we rarely discern its dangers according to their peril. Her promises are actually fetters, though they appear to be benevolent. We must discern the fear of men for the enslaving affection that it is or we will find ourselves putting on its fetters, thinking we are adding to our armor. Not so. There is no armor in The Land of the Fear of Men, there are only chains.