Touring the kitchen area of the church I was to be preparing all the food for the memorial service for (which took place yesterday) with the pastor, my friend the widow started fussing about the quantities of things. The only way she could fathom how to be sure we had enough food for 150 people was to make enough for 300 and to hell with the leftovers. I was trying to explain that I'm an ace at estimating quantities when Pastor Sherry interrupted and put her hand on Denise's arm with, "This is God's house. Trust the loaves and the fishes."
BINGO.