Jim, a new convert, was kneeling at the altar with a dozen other church people at an all-night prayer service. His eyelids drooped and he slumped over the altar step, snoring away. Before you knew it his sharp-tongued wife caught him in the act.
“Jim!” she whispered fiercely, poking him in the ribs. “Here we are, conducting spiritual warfare against the devil and you’re sound asleep in Zion! God can’t be too pleased with you right now! All you EVER do is waffle your way out of your responsibilities!”
Jim grinned. “I’m way more spiritual than the rest of you. I’m only doing what the pastor said.”
“What?” his wife demanded.
“All the rest of you are struggling to offer up perfect prayers to get God to do what you want, but I’ve ceased from my own works and I’m resting in the Lord.”