Reminds me of the old joke where a man drowns after relying on prayer to save him from a raging flood (turning away more conventional rescue attempts from neighbors and firemen), and a very surprised St. Peter greets the fellow at the Pearly Gates, saying "What are you doing here? We sent two boats and a helicopter to pick you up!"
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Of course, there
is another version of that joke.
A man stranded on the roof of his house by rising flood waters prays to be rescued.
"Lord, I am a righteous man, and have honored You as best I could. You know I have never asked You for anything before, and only ask You now to spare the life of Your humble servant, not for his sake, but the sake of the many poor and sick orphans I have devoted my life to caring for. For their sake, please hear my prayers."
Just as the waters are about to overtake him, a shaft of golden light shines on him; the clouds open, a helicopter appears overhead and throws down a ladder.
"Praise God, I am saved! The Lord is merciful and just!" he says.
Just as he is about to grasp hold of the ladder, a big wave sweeps him off the roof, and into the path of a school of man-eating sharks. The whuff-whuff of the helicopter blades is drowned out by his dying screams as they tear him limb from limb.
The righteous man arrives at the pearly gates, drenched, spluttering, miraculously reassembled, but confused.
"St. Peter," he says, "what happened? I prayed to be saved, I was about to be saved, and then a big wave, the sharks... did I do something to displease God?"
St. Peter looks up from his ledger, looks him straight in the eye, a level gaze, not smiling, not frowning, just staring, for what seems like a very, very long time.
"Next!"
