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There’s an old joke about a preacher stranded during a flood. As the water began to rise, he climbed onto his roof and began to pray to God to be saved. The storm had been a long drizzle and not a flash-flood and so the preacher had not realized the severity of the amount of water that had fallen. Overnight, the water rose and now it was too late for him to flee on his own. Despite his prayers, God did not answer him. The water rose to the height of the windows on his house and he began to be frightened. Angrily he demanded of God that he save him, that he, a righteous and pious man did not deserve to die such a senseless death. God did not reply, but a grungy fellow in a small boat paddled by and despite how small his boat was, asked the preacher if he wanted to get in. The Preacher declined, not liking the looks of the man nor how small and tedious his boat appeared. Fearing he might drown if he got in, he decided to stay on his roof. Later the water rose above the windows and neared the edge of his roof upon which he sat. Fear was setting in strong by this point. The preacher apologize to God for his previous hostility and now pleaded, nay begged, for an angel to come down from Heaven and save him. Along about that time a helicopter flies over and hovers, a national guard soldier dangling from its open door with a rope which he drops down to the preacher. “Grab a hold of it and we’ll pull you to safety,” the soldier says, but the preacher declines, because he was afraid to fly and that the helicopter might crash. Eventually the soldier gives up and the helicopter flies on to save others. At some point, the water finally engulfs the preacher’s house and he drowns and dies. Upon reaching Heaven, he is brought before God and angrily, he demands of God, “Why, after devoting my life to your teachings, and living such an outstanding life, did you foresake me and leave me to drown on that rooftop?” God smirks and says, “Fool, I sent you a boat and a helicopter, did I not?”
God works in mysterious ways. Pure and simple. Christian dogma tells us even Jesus had a moment of doubt and fear – and that no man or woman could ever have been more perfect than He was. So on the 8th of November, try to remember, that the man in the boat is sometimes creepy and grungy and his boat may be less than seaworthy, but that doesn’t mean God didn’t send him. You don’t need a miracle for every problem. Sometimes all you need is a foul-mouthed orange guy with weird hair. Riding in his boat is better than drowning. Don’t pass up the only opportunity you may get. Don’t wrongly estimate how God works. You don’t know. You can’t know. You can only guess and hope for the best. Sit on the roof if you want. Me and mine, we’re getting in the damned boat just in case the helicopter never comes. And in the end, don’t have the audacity to ask God why he did nothing for you, when you did nothing to help yourself. Is Trump a risk? Sure. His boat might sink, his helicopter might crash. But there’s a good chance it won’t. God isn’t gonna do it for us. But he will help us. We don’t get to dictate how that help looks or acts or in what manner it helps. Take what you are given and praise God that we have anything at all. We could be faced with the same two losers we always are. For once, we have somebody the establishment despises. You know, come to think of it, I remember another fellow the establishment hated too. And He ended up on a cross for it.