A traveling preacher finds himself caught in a tremendous rainstorm. Within a few hours, the motel he's staying in is flooded. As the water rises, the preacher climbs to the roof and starts praying.
Just then, a coast guard rescue party floats by in a boat. "Let's go, mister, into the boat."
"I'll stay here," says the preacher. "The Lord will save me."
The men in the boat shrug and move on. An hour later, a second boat reaches the motel. "Sir, you better get in. The water is still rising."
"No thanks," says the preacher. "The Lord is my salvation."
Toward evening, the motel is almost completely under water, and the preacher is clinging to the satellite dish on the roof. Another boat comes by and they shout out to him through the rain...
"Hey buddy, get in the boat! This is your last chance."
"I'm all right," says the preacher, looking toward heaven. I KNOW the Lord will provide."
As the boat departs, the satellite dish is struck by lightning, and the preacher is killed. When he arrives at the Pearly Gates, he is furious.
"What happened?" he shouts. "I thought the Lord would provide!"
Within seconds, a thunderous reply is heard: "Hey! I sent three you three boats, you've got to do your part."