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I go walking in the mountains alone every Wednesday. I think, pray, and escape the responsibilities of running a team. Recently, while on a mountain track, I stopped at a bamboo-walled coffee stall. No sooner had I sat down than an old man walked from the house next door direct to me and proclaimed out loud, “I’m sick.” My black sweet coffee had just arrived, but I asked him, “Would you like me to pray for you?” He nodded. I prayed for his throat in my national language, local language, and in the Spirit. “Now my knees,” he asked. I prayed for them too. Other customers were watching. “Are you better?” I asked. He nodded, and then walked off leaving me with my coffee and a good conversation starter in the stall.

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