But God … it’s too hard to wake up early and read my Bible.
I have given you my words to comfort you and prepare you for your day. Would you neglect your physical food?
But God … I can’t forgive them – they hurt me!
Every sin wounds me, and yet forgiveness is my job description.
But God … I can’t go to the inner-city. I’m white and from the suburbs and it’s nothing like I know.
Do you think earth is much like heaven? Talk about cross-cultural ministry…
But God … you’re asking too much of me. I’m human.
So am I. Follow me.