Ole was walking through the mountains of Norway on his way to visit Lena. His mind more on that nights dinner than the path ahead, Ole slipped and slid over the edge of a nearby cliff. About 20 feet down and several hundred more feet to go, he frantically grabbed a bush and stopped his slide.
There he was, hanging by a bush, above certain death, and his hands began to perspire and tire almost immediately. "Is anyone up there?" Ole hollered.
"I'm here Ole," came the deep voice from above.
"Who's there? Can you help me?" Ole yelled back.
The voice answered, "It's the Lord, Ole. Let go and I will save you."
Ole looked down, and he looked up, and he looked at his slipping hands, and he looked down again, and he looked up again.
Finally, he yelled back up the side of the cliff, "Is anyone else up there?"