Once, there was an old man, who sat on his front porch, watching the flood waters rise in his town. A boat came by and offered to help him to the aid station. He told the man in the boat that God had his back, and thus didn’t need any help from him. “Help someone who needs help.” He told the boat man.
The boat man went away, and the waters continued to rise. Eventually the old man was watching them rise from the second floor window. At this point another man in another boat arrived and urged the old man to get into the boat, informing him that the waters would continue to rise. “Help someone who needs your help.” The old man said, “God is looking out for me.”
After a time the boat man went away. The waters of the flood continued to rise. The old man was soon on his roof, hanging on to the chimney. It was then that a helicopter spotted him and rescuers urged him to put on the harness, and they could take him to safety. The flood waters, they told him, were going to continue to rise!
“Help someone who needs your help. I’m fine.” The old man told them. “God is looking out for me.”
After urging and urging, the helicopter flew off, helping others. The flood waters continued to rise. The old man drowned.
Up at the gates of Heaven, the old man stood, confused. St. Peter was trying to find his name in the book, and it wasn’t there. “I don’t understand.” Said the old man. “All through the flood I kept the faith.”
“Flood?” St. Peter asked, flipping the pages of the book to the back section, entitled Miracles. “I don’t understand either. We sent two boats and a helicopter.”
How many boats and helicopters have you sent away this week? How many times have you asked God, why he was not helping you?