There is nothing that separates these two types of people than both hardship and success. I call them clay and butter people. Because depending on the circumstances it will reveal their true self.

In a personal experience I was in my house with my family when the neighrbor next door seemed to be having a loud party. The music was up and there was banging on the walls. After allowing for the fact that this neighbor had never shown this kind of behaviour before we banged back on the wall and for about 10 seconds the music would turn down then right back to what it was before.

Well as this went into the night and early morning we could not get anyone to come to the front door. I called the police and decided to complain. I agreedd to sigh a complaint and was not afraid to have them know that I had done so.

While waiting downstairs for the police to come by I was in the kitchen on the phone with 911 again when I heard a loud crash I ducked down in the kirchen with the 911 operator still in my ear.

Then I thought my wife and son are upstairs and I am the last line of defense between this person and them. I stood up now knowing what I would see and say someone on my couch bleeding from having crashed through an upstairs window and falling down the steps to where I was.

As I stood up it felt like I was standing up through what I can only define as syrup as the feeling it felt as if I had dived into a pool  and someone had covered the top with syrup and I could feel it clinging to me as I stood up. After a second I noticed that the person had no weapon and then I could hear the 911 operator asking what is happening. I mentiioned that someone was in my house and I only remember the person coming towards me but there was no fear and they stopped about 3-4 inches from me face to face and the most awful sound came out of their mouth cursing God and claiming that they are the god of this world.

I hear the operator say that the sherrif was at the door and I told the burgular to let me friends in. Then they said that they do not want them to see them like this (covered with blood) I said go wash up and like a 5-year old they went into the bathroom. But came out too quickly for me to get to the front door. I told this person to use the soap and towels and I was then able to make it to the door and let the sherrif's in who tackled and arrested this person.

Other deputies rescued my wife and son from upstairs and we were reunited. But that experience was the most feared scenario I would have imagined but I have no recollection of fear in that situation and has helped me to face my fears and break through tough situations ever since. For me I became CLAY hardened against living life as a fearful christian.

I am sure that not everyone has had such an experience as mine and to feel the covering of the holy spirit so directly but what are your clay and butter stories.