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I stole this from Anne Lamott, but I think she stole it from someone else..


A man was getting drunk at a bar in Alaska. He's telling the bartender how he recently lost whatever faith he'd had after his twin-engine plane crashed in the tundra.

"Yeah," he says bitterly. "I lay there in the wreckage, hour after hour, nearly frozen to death, crying out for God to save me, praying for help with every ounce of my being, but he didn't raise a finger to help. So I'm done with that whole charade."

"But," said the bartender, squinting an eye at him, "you're here. You were saved."

"Yeah, that's right," says the man. "Because finally some Eskimo came along..."