A couple of weeks ago my wife and I visited my brother and his family in Idaho. One evening we were sitting on his patio and the conversation gravitated toward God. It’s often somewhat of a sticky wicket to be, not the “family pastor,” but rather the pastor in the family. That particular evening my brother said something that immediately brought to mind the Old Testament prophet Habakkuk (huh-BAK-uhk). And at that moment, I tried to put myself in his shoes (my brother’s…well, and maybe the prophet’s, too). One of my Bible commentaries opens the section on this prophet with these ...