I cheated in 9th grade Spanish. Not once. Not a couple of times. All the time. I was so bad at it. There was nothing more annoying than the really smart dude in class who knew all the answers but kept them to himself. You know who I’m talking about. Like “c’mon bro, be a team player.” How often do we as Christians choose to point out the problems while keeping the answer secretly stuffed in our back pocket? How often do we find ourselves surrounded by people looking for answers, but we refuse to give it to them? We spend lots of time ...