There once was a man who decided to go swimming. He had everything he needed to swim - swimsuit to cover his nakedness, SPF 15 sunblock to protect him from burning, goggles to see clearly and, lastly, a snorkle to be able to breathe.
He made his way past the "Baywatch" lifeguards into the ocean. He began to swim over to a cove just knowing that he would see some beautiful sea life there. He thought he really had it together, but the swimsuit was ill-fitting, the goggles fogged up, the sun block wasn't waterproof and the snorkle had a crack in it. In fact, the snorkle let in too much water and he started to strangle and thrash about in the water. He thought he was a goner because he was too far away for the lifeguards to see him.
He was about to go under...his nose was, literally, the only thing above the water, when he felt a strong arm encircle his upper body and pull him above the surface. He was still sputtering and gasping as he was pulled ashore. The Man who saved him was pushing the water from his lungs and was prepared to perform mouth-to-mouth, when the man vomited the last of the salt water from his body. As he lay on the sand, heaving, he looked up into the eyes of the One who came to his rescue. He wasn't a lifeguard, but He had definitely guarded this man's life.
As the man came to the point where he could speak again, he started to brow-beat the Man who saved him..."Where were you? Why did it take you so long? What were you waiting for?", and on, and on.
The Man only smiled and said, "Your nose had not yet gone under and you're still alive...the way I see it, I was right on time."
Think about it.
