In Gods hands...

A man was in his home when a hurricane blew into town bringing with it high winds and torrential rain. A pair of cops came by in waders and asked him to evacuate.

*“No thanks, officers,"* he said. *“My life is in God’s hands.”*

So the police left and the rain continued to fall. A few hours later and the water was up above the first floor of the man’s house, so the man went upstairs. At that point, a woman came by in a rowboat.

*“Let’s go!”* she shouted in the man’s window.

*“No thank you, ma’m,”* he replied. *“My life is in God’s hands.”*

So the woman floated off in her boat and the rain continued to fall. A few hours later, the water had filled up the second floor of the man’s house, so he climbed onto the roof. Finally, a helicopter flew over and lowered a rope.

*“Grab the rope; we’ll rescue you!”* said the medic in the helicopter, speaking into a megaphone.

*“No thank you!”* screamed the man through the howling wind, *”My life is in God’s hands!”*

So the water continued to rise and, eventually, the man was swept away and drowned.

Up in heaven, the man came before God.

*“Why did you forsake me, God?”* the man implored. *“My life was in your hands!”*

*“What do you want from me?”* God replied. *“I sent you a police escort, a rowboat, a helicopter…”*