Have you heard the story of the man praying to be saved from a flood?
Not THE flood as you might think, but an ordinary, typical flood.
The local authorities send out evacuation warnings, but he says, “No, I am in God’s hands. I will pray that He will save me.”
As the waters rise, some of his neighbors come by in a boat to bring him to safety. But he says, “No, I am in God’s hands. I will pray that He will save me.”
Soon, the waters drive the man to his rooftop, and a Coast Guard helicopter arrives, throwing down a rope ladder. But again he says, “No, I am in God’s hands. I will pray that He will save me.”
The man eventually drowns, and when he reaches the Pearly Gates and asks God why He didn’t save him, God explains.
“I sent the evacuation notice.
I sent the boat.
I sent the helicopters.
You did not listen.”
I like this story.
Because anytime I want to tell somebody “We fucking told you so!” I, instead, reflect on how better to deliver a warning in the future and to not give in to bitterness.
God sent you the message the moment that golden escalator engaged.
Some of you are just hearing that now.
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H.B. FLYTE 