Came across this anecdote ....
" The fields were parched and brown from lack of rain, and the crops lay
wilting from thirst. People were anxious and irritable as they searched
thesky for any sign of relief. Days turned into arid weeks. No rain came.
The ministers of the local churches called for an hour of prayer on the town
square the following Saturday. They requested that everyone bring an object
of faith for inspiration.
At high noon on the appointed Saturday the townspeople turned out en-masse
filling the square with anxious faces and hopeful hearts. The ministers were
touched to see the variety of objects clutched in prayerful hands - holy
books, crosses, and rosaries.
When the hour ended, as if on magical command, a soft rain began to fall.
Cheers swept the crowd as they held their treasured objects high in
gratitude and praise.
From the middle of the crowd one faith symbol seemed to overshadow all the
others: A small nine-year-old child had brought an umbrella."