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 yes, "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."