Long Shot

Here's a headline from a recent local news story: 

"Framed Photo Of Lord's Prayer Stops Bullet Fired Into Home"

Ah, a walk down memory lane.  This sort of story--where someone is physically protected by a religious artifact--used to be a perennial (perhaps still is).  Indeed, it became part of the popular culture.

In fact, when I read the piece, I couldn't help but think of Woody Allen's parody:

Years ago, my mother gave me a bullet, and I put it in my breast pocket.  Two years after that, I was walking down the street when a berserk evangelist heaved a Gideon Bible out a hotel room window, hitting me in the chest.  Bible would have gone through my heart if it wasn't for the bullet.