My grandmother, who lived in Tucson, was well-known for her faith and lack of reticence in talking about it. She would go out on the front porch and say, “Praise the Lord!”

Her next door neighbor would shout back, “There ain’t no Lord!”

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 Lord.”

Grandmother replied, “Lord, you not only sent me food but you made the devil pay for it.”