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A drunk is stumbling through the woods on a Sunday morning, when he
happens upon a preacher baptizing folks in the river.

He ambles down to the water's edge then trips and falls down before the
holy man.

Almost overcome by the smell of alcohol, the preacher pipes up: "Lord
have mercy on your drunken soul, brother - are you ready to find Jesus?"

Out of his skull, the drunk agrees: "Yes, I am!" he replies.

And with that, the preacher grabs him and dunks him under the water.

Moments later, he drags the boozer back up: "Brother, have you found
Jesus?"

"No, preacher," stammers the drunk, "I have not!"

Stunned by this, the preacher sends the drunk down again... this time
leaving him there a little longer.

Shortly he drags him back up again: "Rid your soul of the poison, brother!
Have you found Jesus?"

Gasping for air, the drunk splutters a reply: "No, preacher - I have not!"

At his wit's end, the preacher sends the drunk down one last time.

A full minute later, he pulls him out of the water: "For the love of God,"
shouts the preacher, "tell me you've found Jesus!"

Sputtering and coughing his lungs up, the drunk wipes his eyes and turns
to the preacher: "You sure this is where He fell in?"
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