I listened to the evangelist’s sermon attentively and respectfully even as she implied that ‘the devil had taken me away,’ and that if I only had more faith, I could be unbroken, untainted by the demons of physical limitation. This was nothing new, the encounter or the oratory, so I was prepared. I could speak her language. So I started to tell her about my favorite motto from the apostle Paul in the Book of Acts, that his weakness had made his strength. She listened to me intently too, but only ended up scowling at me. “Paul who?” she demanded.