You know that old story about the woman in the flood? She’s on the roof praying, convinced God will save her. A guy comes by in a boat and says, “Hop in.” She says, “No, I’m waiting—God will save me.” Then another boat. Then a helicopter. Same answer. And when it’s all over, she’s basically like, “Lord, why didn’t you save me?” And the reply is something like: I sent you a boat, and another boat, and a helicopter—what did you think I was doing? I’m not trying to get preachy h