Several members of the preacher’s congregation came to the minister for help with a backsliding member of his flock.
“His drinking has gotten so bad,” said one of the group, “that he is actually firing shots at us if we get anywhere near his moonshine still. Fortunately, he hasn’t come close to hitting anybody because he is so drunk.”
“So what you want me to do is convince him to stop drinking?” said the preacher.
“Oh no!” said another neighbor. “Please don’t get him to stop drinking until you are sure you have convinced him to stop shooting.”