My grandmother, who lived in Tucson, was
well-known for her faith and her lack of reticence in talking about it. She would go out
on the front porch and yell, "Praise the Lord!"
Her next door neighbor would shout back,
"There ain't no God!"
During those days, my grandmother was very
poor, so the neighbor decided to prove his point by buying a large bag of groceries and
placing it at her door.
The next morning, Grandmother went to the
porch and, seeing the groceries, said, "Praise the Lord!"
The neighbor stepped out from behind a tree
and said, "I brought those groceries and there ain't no God."
Grandmother replied, "Lord, you not
only sent me food but you made the devil pay for it!"
