<p>Sunday morning. Church as usual.</p><p>The worship team finished singing, the offering was collected. Pastor Craft turned the service over to me. I ascended to the pulpit.</p><p>&quot;Have you ever wrestled with God? I have,&quot; 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.</p><p>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.</p><p>But the prompting of the Spirit was unmistakable... So I named the beast.</p>