Instead of Playing Powerball, Try Practicing Thrift
Seriously, the number of people who come to my office looking for a handout who are covered in toxic ink [and are never members of any church whatsoever, and wouldn't even think of being members] is remarkable. One woman was telling me her well-rehearsed Tale of Woe while sporting at least $2000 in elaborate body decoration.
No offence, but it seems to me that saving that money instead of indulging in narcissistic nonsense would be of greater service to the self, the boyfriend smoking in the car, and the three kids playing in the middle of the parking lot.
Ditto the folks I stand behind in line at the gas station who need to purchase a remarkable variety of lottery tickets with money that might be better spent on adequate apparel or healthcare.