OK, so Missus Pottersblog tosses this one out this morning:
A virtuous man goes to church each week, gives his pennies to the homeless, cleans cat boxes at the SPCA and donates all of his old socks to the Salvation Army.
One day in church he prays: "God, I have been good and virtuous, maybe you could send me a sign that I am doing the right things? Maybe I could win the lottery?"
And so he leaves church, and week after week he cleans cat boxes at the SPCA and sometimes fills the water dishes, donates his old socks and even undies to the Salvation Army and sometimes passes out the occaisional nickel with the pennies to the homeless. But still, no sign from God.
In church he prays again: "God, I have been more virtuous than ever, will you ever send me a sign? It doesn't have to be Powerball, just winning the daily game would be sign enough."
As the virtuous man walks down the street, the clouds open and a heavenly voice booms:
"Meet me halfway. BUY a ticket!"