Standing at the door of St. Paul's Chapel one noonday, I was helping with the distribution of bag lunches to the hungry who gathered there every day. There were always 150 lunches to give, never more, never fewer. The one-hundred-fiftieth man in the line reached out and took his lunch; I told Number 151 that I was sorry. Number 150 opened his bag and pulled out the sandwich in it; he held out half to 151, who took it. The two of them walked off together. They had nothing, and they split it. The presence of God.
— Barbara Cawthorne Crafton, Meditations on the Book of Psalms