Every single morning, a deeply spiritual old lady would step onto her porch, throw her arms to the heavens, and shout, “Praise the Lord!”
This drove her new next-door neighbor, a cynical atheist, absolutely insane. For weeks, his daily routine was to storm onto his own porch right after her and yell back, “There is no God!”
Then, a brutal winter blizzard hit. Trapped inside with an empty pantry and no money, the old lady stepped into the freezing air and prayed: “Lord, I am completely out of food. Please help me!”
The next morning, she opened her door to find three overflowing bags of fresh groceries on her mat. Overjoyed, she cried, “Praise the Lord!”
Right on cue, the atheist jumped out from the bushes with a smug grin. “Aha! I got you! There is no Lord—I bought those groceries!”
Without missing a beat, the old lady threw her arms back up to the sky and cheered:
“Praise the Lord! You not only sent me dinner, but You made the Devil foot the bill!”
