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That reminds me of a story.

A woman stopped into a church, depressed and in anguish. She slowly walked to the front of the church and sat in the first row of pews. There she went over the things that happened and cried some. She prayed to the Lord to give her strength to get through all this.
The priest of the church heard her weeping and came out of his office. Slowly and quietly he approached the back of the pew she was sitting on. The priest placed his hand on her shoulder and she breathed a sigh of relief. She then said, “Oh Lord, Thank you.”

The priest spoke up then and said, “Amen”. The woman, jumped at his voice and turned around. She saw the priest and said, “Oh father, I was praying to God for some help and I felt a hand touch me. I thought I was alone and I thought for a second that God had touched me and gave me relief. I didn’t know you where the one that touched me.”

The priest just smiled and said, “Whose hand did you think he would use?”