For him, it is a much nastier expression: infused with venom, and reflective of growing distrust and fear, it has mutated to refer to the poor in general.
The King of Kings, though, was the one visitors wanted to see, when they had braved the broiling heat and terrifying emptiness of the desert to get so far.
If we do not confront and overcome these internal fears and doubts, if we protect ourselves too much, then we cease to grow. We become trapped inside a shell of our own making.
Under a circumstance of extreme tired, cold, anoxia and the menace to our life, we beat back fear and distracting thoughts awe-inspiringly and nothing could change our spirit.