A Little Old Lady Who Was Very Spiritual.

There was a little old lady who was very spiritual,

Who would step out on her porch every day, raise her arms to the sky and yell

Praise the Lord!”

One day, an atheist bought the house next door to her, and he became very irritated with the spiritual lady.

So after a month or so of her yelling “Praise the Lord” from her porch,

The neighbour went outside on his porch and yelled back,

“There is no Lord!”

One day, an atheist bought the house next door to her, and he became very irritated with the spiritual lady.

So after a month or so of her yelling “Praise the Lord” from her porch,

The neighbour went outside on his porch and yelled back,

“There is no Lord!”

Help me Lord, I have no more money, it’s cold, and I have no more food.”

The next morning, she went outside, and there were three bags of food on the porch, enough to last her a week.

“Praise the Lord! ” she yelled.

The atheist stepped out from the bushes and said,

Haha! There is no Lord, I bought those groceries for you!”

The little old lady raised her arms to the sky and yelled,

“Praise the Lord, you sent me groceries and you made the Devil pay for them!”

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