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
"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?"