This reminds me of a story my dad told me when I was a small boy.This guy went to church riding his bicycle, parked his bicycle and went in to pray. When he came out he forgot he had come on his bicycle and walked home. When he reached home, his family asked him where was the bicycle and he remembered he had riden it to church.So he hurriedly returned to find it still there.He went in to the church to thank God for keeping his bicycle safe. When he came out again, his bicycle had been stolen.You can substitute church with temple or mosque if you wish but it was church in the story my dad told me.