As I walked out of the government building after yet another failed visit, I unleashed my accusations on God. “We sold our home,” my silent protest began. “We sold most of our earthly possessions, gave away our cars, packed up my pastoral library, even kissed our adult children good-bye!”
Certainly, I had caught God’s ear by now. “Does this country have to be so frustratingly uncooperative?” I muttered. While I’m sure he was listening, I don’t think God ventured to make a reply, except for maybe a passing chuckle at my foolishness.
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