Harry was a Good Christian. He tithed, he gave to charities he found worthwhile, he supported missionary activity overseas, he went to Church twice on Sundays, read the Bible every night for an hour, and in short did everything he was supposed to do and more.

And he was very, very successful. A lovely home, several hundred million in the bank (all honestly earned), a great and loving family of good looking and intelligent kids, a wonderful wife.

And then...one day, his office phone rang. His house was on fire and it probably couldn't be saved.

He left immediately, of course. On the way, his cell phone rang. It was his lawyer -- his partner had stolen the company AND Harry's fortune. Harry was destitute. But he accepted it as God's will.

Screeching to a stop outside his driveway, he ran to his house but was grabbed by two cops. His house was a total loss and his family had been inside when the gas furnace exploded. They were all dead.

And then he remembered that he hadn't paid the insurance.

Devasted, Harry dropped to his knees in the mud that had been his front lawn and lamented, "Why, Oh Lord? I keep Your commandments, I follow the rules You have laid down. Why me?"

And a cloud formed and lightning shot out of it and a voice like thunder replied, "Because you piss Me off!"