I was walking across a bridge one day when I spotted a man standing on the edge, ready to jump.
I rushed over and yelled, “Stop! Don’t do it!”
“Why not?” he asked.
“Because there’s so much to live for!”
“Like what?”
“Well… are you religious?”
“Yes!”
“Me too! Are you Christian or Jewish?”
“Christian.”
“Same here! Catholic or Protestant?”
“Protestant.”
“Wow! Me too! Are you Baptist or Episcopalian?”
“Baptist.”
“Me too! Baptist Church of God or Baptist Church of the Lord?”
“Baptist Church of God.”
“No way! Are you from the Original Baptist Church of God, or the Reformed Baptist Church of God?”
“Reformed Baptist Church of God.”
“Incredible! Are you from the Reformation of 1879 or the Reformation of 1915?”
“Reformed Baptist Church of God, Reformation of 1915.”
I gasped, took a step back, and shouted, “You heretic!”—and pushed him off the bridge.