One summer, a drought threatened a small town’s annual crop. One especially hot Sunday, the village pastor announced to his congregation, “Nothing can save our crops now except to pray for rain. Go home, pray, believe. Then return here next Sunday prepared to thank God for sending us life-giving rains.”
The people did as they were instructed throughout the week and returned to church the following Sunday. Upon seeing his congregation, the pastor became furious with them.
“We cannot worship today.” he roared, “You do not believe.”
“But,” they protested, “we prayed, and we do believe.”
“Believe?” responded the pastor. “You believe? Then where are your umbrellas?“