Sometimes I give God the silent treatment. I ice him out, just like I used to do to my best friend in the eighth grade when she invited Sue Salsman and not me for a sleep-over.
It’s easier to ice out God than it is a living, breathing human. I don’t have to give him contemptuous eye rolls or wearisome sighs. To ignore God, I simply stop praying.
…I’m over at the Lincoln Journal-Star with my monthly column. Will you join me there? Let’s talk about getting angry with God…
