There was a man who attended the same prophetic group I did when I was 13 and still coming to terms with my ability to see in the Spirit. We’ll call him Chuck, since that’s not his real name, and I don’t think I actually know anyone named Chuck. So Chuck was a nice guy, but he was one of those people who always had something to say. Any time there was an opening for prayer requests, he had a list. Every time he prophesied, he did so at the top of his lungs. And whenever I entered into conversation with him it quickly distilled into a long description of his weekly woes. You all probably know a Chuck or two.