Publisher's Synopsis
Sunday morning. Church as usual.
The worship team finished singing, the offering was collected. Pastor Craft turned the service over to me. I ascended to the pulpit.
"Have you ever wrestled with God? I have," I declared.
My sermon was about the importance of being honest with yourself and sharing your struggles with others. I invited those who were proud of their deliverance to join me on the platform, but how could I reciprocate given my hidden proclivities?
I felt the urging of the Holy Spirit to admit my own struggle. Confession was good for the soul, right?
Yet, I continued to wrestle with God.
I can't tell them, Lord. What will they think of me? How can I hurt them by exposing my shame? This will just kill them.
But the prompting of the Spirit was unmistakable...
So I named the beast.
