Skeleton in one's cupboard

Poor fools that we are—waiting for a crumb from the free man’s table! We’re none of your business! We’re just the skeleton in Europe’s cupboard.

Just as we ought, if we mean our faith at all, to give up being nervous about Church history, for the Church will never die because of the skeletons in her cupboards, so we ought to give up being nervous about the Bible: either defensive of it or defensive against it.

What neither of us knew at the time was that when I set about preparing my speech, knowing now that there were skeletons in John’s cupboard, it was only natural for me to want to find them and so approach the very people who knew about them, his other friends.