It's been a while since I last took a cab. We were on our way to my in-law's place for reunion dinner.
I had a word concerning the driver's left deltoid. When I asked him, he responded reluctantly, "Yes. Maybe." But when I probed further, he declined about the pain.
I prayed for him anyway (without him realising). I realised that I don't need his permission to pray the pain out of him. Of course, there are circumstances where we need to be sensitive. Otherwise, "driving" the enemy out of someone doesn't require his permission.
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