A man was driving one day when they saw a tornado coming. He pulled the car off the road, got out and crouched in a ditch. The tornado was heading straight for him when suddenly it veered away and struck a small wooden house. Still shaking with fright, he got up and ran toward the house, which now was just a pile of wood. He looked into the pile and saw an old man holding on for dear life to a piece of timber, his eyes tightly closed. The man called to him to see if he was alright. The old man opened his eyes, looked around and said, “I guess so.” The man asked, “Was there anyone else with you?” The old man replied, “Just me and God, and we were having an urgent conversation.”