An itinerant preacher finds
himself in a terrible rainstorm. Within a few hours, the hotel he is staying
in gets flooded. As the water rises, the preacher climbs to the roof and starts
praying. "Lord, save me so I can continue on my mission of preaching your
gospel." Just then, a coast guard rescue party floats by in a rowboat.
"Let's go mister. Into the boat." "I'll stay here," says
the preacher, "The Lord will save me."
An hour later a second boat
reaches the scene and the water is close to the roof of the hotel. "Sir,
you better get in. the water is still rising." "No thanks. The Lord
will be my salvation." Toward evening, the hotel is almost completely
under water and the preacher is clinging to the satellite dish on the roof. A helicopter
is spotted and on a loudspeaker is heard "Sir, grab on to the line and we
will pull you up. This is your last chance. "I'm all right," says the
preacher, as he looks heavenward. "I know the Lord will provide
sanctuary."
As the boat departs, the satellite dish is hit by lightning
and the preacher is killed. When he arrived at the Pearly Gates he was furious.
"What happened," he shouts. "I thought the Lord would
provide!" Moments later a thunderous voice is heard. "Gimmie a break
pal. I sent you 2 boats and a chopper"
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