I reckon the widow or the parson or somebody prayed that this bread would find me, and here it have gone and done it. So there ain’t no doubt but there is something in that thing. That is, there’s something in it when a body like the widow or the parson prays, but it don’t work for me, and I reckon it don’t work for only just the right kind.

– Mark Twain

The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, Chapter 8. Huck’s faith continues to grow. Hidden in a river-island, half-famished, he manages to fish a floating loaf of bread – somebody prayed for that bread to find him, he believes.