Wrestling with God

I was in a dreadful hurry, because I was late, and, wouldn’t you know it, I had all the traffic lights against me. I sat tugging at my steering wheel, trying to coax the light to change. I stood in the wrong lane at the cash register of the supermarket. This seems to happen all the time. It always rains when I wash my car. And when I want it to rain it stays away. When I stop to think about it, I realize that this is but a symptom of my real problem. I try to run my life as if I were the...