This fable was sent to me by Gary Schwandt, my oldest and best friend.
In a small town somewhere in America, a new tavern business started constructing a building in which to open up a bar. The local [insert the name of a church other than your own, or yours if the shoe fits] began a campaign to block the bar from opening with petitions and prayers. Work progressed, however right up until the week before opening, when
lightning struck the bar, and it burned to the ground.
The church folks were rather smug in their outlook until the bar owner
sued the church on the grounds that the church was ultimately
responsible for the destruction of his building, either through direct
or indirect actions or means. The church vehemently denied all
responsibility or any connection to the building's demise in its reply
to the court.
As the case made its way into court, the judge looked over the
paperwork. At the hearing he commented, "I don't know how I'm
going to decide this, but it appears from the paperwork that we have a
bar owner who believes in the power of prayer, and an entire church
congregation that doesn't."