Two guys were shipwrecked on a desert island. The first guy is freakin' out. He says: "It's bleak man, I mean this is bad. We have no food and we have no water. We're gonna die."
The second guy is peaceful, at ease and completely tranquil. He cozies up under the shade of a palm tree to catch some Z's. This is driving the first guy nuts, so he turns and says: "How can you sit there so relaxed? Are you clueless? We have no water, we have no food, we have no shelter, we have no help and we have no hope - we are gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die."
The second guy says: "You don't understand. I make $100,000 a week." He leaned back with his hands folded behind his head and attempts to go back to sleep.
The first guy now fearful and ticked off says: "What difference does that make? Who cares how much you make? What good does your money do us now? You don't get it! We have no food, we have no water, we have no shelter, we are gonna die, we're gonna die, we're gonna die."
The second guy interrupted, "No YOU aren't getting it, I make $100,000 a week - and I tithe, my pastor WILL find me!"