We were walking down the street in Yokohama, in conversation. My older friend stopped, turned, and faced me until his face was nearly touching my own. I hurt because he had me. He'd done what a prophet does. But I bet there've been ten thousand times in the last 20 years I've been saved from making a jerk of myself.
Prophets do that.
They re mind us of the truth and where we're falling short. We avoid prophets, but we do so at the peril of our spiritual journey. You and I need prophets.