 And then next Sunday after the service, they come to me and say, Pastor, would you pray for me? My tooth is worse than ever. And by now, their face is blown up on the side. I said, have you not been able to get into the dentist yet? Well, I hadn't called and made the appointment yet. You know, after a little while, don't come to me and ask me to pray for you. You see, when we know we really have a need...