A man with a terminal illness was told by his primary physician he’d be dead in an hour. He ran to the window, looked up at the sky, and said, “God, save me.” Out of the blue came that wonderful melodious voice saying, “Don’t worry, my son. I will save you.” The man climbed back into bed, feeling reassured.
His physician called a surgeon and the surgeon walked in and said, “If I operate in an hour, I can save you.”
“No thanks,” said the man, “God will save me.”
Then an oncologist, a radiation therapist and a nutritional therapist came, all told him, “We can save you.”
“I don’t need you, God will save me,” was his reply to all of them.
In an hour the man died. When he got to heaven, he walked up to God and asked, “What happened? You said you’ll save me, and here I am dead.”
God said, “You dumbbell. I did try to save you. I sent you a surgeon, an oncologist, a radiation therapist and a nutritional therapist.”