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