pSunday morning. Church as usual. ppThe worship team finished singing, the offering was collected. Pastor Craft turned the service over to me. I ascended to the pulpit.ppHave you ever wrestled with God I have, I declared.ppMy 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 ppI felt the urging of the Holy Spirit to admit my own struggle. Confession was good for the soul, rightppYet, I continued to wrestle with God.ppI 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.ppBut the prompting of the Spirit was unmistakable...ppSo I named the beast.p