One summer a drought threatened the crop in a small town On a hot and dry Sunday the village parson told his congregation There isn t anything that will save us except to pray for rain Go home pray believe and come back next Sunday ready to thank God for sending rain The people did as they were told and returned to church the following Sunday But as soon as the parson saw them he was furious We can t worship today You do not yet believe he said But they protested we prayed and we do believe Believe? he responded Then where are your umbrellas?
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