There's a lot of non believers on here.
I've said this before but I rather like it so I'll say it again.
When I was about 7 we went to stay with Aunt Doris by the seaside like we always did for our Summer vacation as a family. She lived in a huge old house right beside the quay, which was a sheltered harbour leading out to the sea. Most of my cousins and uncles were lifeboat men and would suddenly sober up and shoot off down to the lifeboat house when the sound of the rocket in the sky sounded. They were needed to go and save someone from the angry sea.
I always thought it was strange that afterwards when the lifeboat returned with the men there would be a crowd of people clapping and praising them for being brave. Even at the age of 7 I thought but ... but... they're only my beer swilling cousins, they're nothing special.
Anway one day I came downstairs and there was a man huddled up in a blanket drinking hot tea and crying "thank God, thank God" by the fireside in her living room. I asked my mum what was wrong with that man and she explained he'd almost drowned and been fished out of the sea by the lifeboat men and brought back to Aunt Doris's to recover.
"Why is he thanking God mummy" I asked, shocked that a man was crying
"oh every drowning man suddenly believes in God dear" she said, knowingly, having spent her life seeing people fished out of the sea first by her grandpa then her father and now my cousins.
So what I'm saying to all you non believers out there is, just be careful when you're out in a boat.