This one's my favorite:
Every day for a few years, an almost old man (not quite there yet) would come into the church at 10 in the morning, and sit down in the second row of pews from the front. He would be looking down for about 10 minutes. Then he would get on his knees and pray out loud, "Dear lord, I would really like to win the lottery. It would help my family so much, and it would be so great to not have to work every day of my life until I die."
He would then get up, and leave.
The next day the same thing happened. The oldish man came in, sat down quietly for a while, and then prayed out loud, "Dear lord, I would really like to win the lottery. It would help my family so much, and it would be so great to not have to work every day of my life until I die." He then got up and left.
Again, the oldish man came in and repeated the same process. He prayed, "Dear lord, I would really like to win the lottery. It would help my family so much, and it would be so great to not have to work every day of my life until I die."
A huge BOOMING voice comes out of the rafters, "I have been trying, my son."
The oldish man replies, "You have?"
The huge booming voice replies, "I have been trying my son. But first you must buy a ticket."