Most hospital consultants will have had a similar experience to this at some time in their career. You are called to see a patient in the evening and find someone horribly sick. You spend all night doing all you can, calling on all your experience, knowledge and skill in a desperate attempt to keep them from death. As dawn breaks the patient turns a corner and starts to improve. Having kept the relatives informed through the exhausting night you then go and give them the good news. And what do they say? “Oh thank god.” The fact that if you had left it to god and gone home to bed the outcome would have been different does not occur to them.
But just once in a while this illogical attitude gets an appropriate response from the chief fairy. Like the staunch catholic guy who got stuck in a lift. Now getting stuck in a lift is no big deal really. You are almost certainly going to be rescued so his praying to god for salvation is a bit over the top. Inevitably human agencies doing their job got him out. So what does he do? He goes to church to thank god for saving him. What happened subsequently is almost (but not quite) enough to make me believe that there really is a deity up there. One with a wicked and sick sense of humour.