I remember nights at home when I was a kid. Whether I was lying down, playing, or watching TV. Upon hearing dad’s truck pull up to the house, I would immediately stop what I was doing and wait for dad to come in to greet him, hug him and ask him if we were going to do anything that night.
When I lived and ministered in Mexico, we lived in the parsonage that was built on top of the temple.
Even when I don’t understand, I will continue to trust and hope in God.
There are many stories and experiences that we could tell or discuss about what happens in this passage. But the main point or focus is not the demons or the bad spirits. No!
I remember my father as a very active person in prayer and it was something he practiced daily, mostly morning and evening.
Father Barry Foster, a priest in Dublin, Ireland, parked his car on a rather steep slope close to his church. His little cairn terrier was lying on the rear seat and could not be seen by anyone outside the vehicle. Father Foster got out of the car and turned to lock the door with his usual parting command to the dog. “Stay!” he ordered loudly, to an apparently empty car. “Stay!”