A man fell over a cliff and, as he tumbled down the sheer drop, managed to grab on to a scrubby bush growing from the side of the rock. Terrified, he hung in space, his life flashing before him. In desperation, he shouted toward heaven, ‘Is there anyone up there?’

To his astonished delight, a voice floated down: ‘I am the Lord God, and I am here.’

‘What should I do?’ called the man.

The voice replied, ‘Let go of the branch and, with my protection, you will float harmlessly down to the beach below.’

The man glanced under his feet to the jagged rocks at the foot of the cliff, hundreds of metres below. He gulped, and looked back toward heaven.

‘Well… is there anyone else up there?’

Ready Salted, Peter Graystone, p35