A traveling preacher finds himself in a tremendous rainstorm.

Within a few hours the hotel he is staying in becomes 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 "HSir, grab on to the line
and we will pull y ou 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"