Three men of the cloth stop by a brand-new bistro to try out the outside coffee cafe. They get to discussing prayer. The rabbi insists, "The best prayers are the old ones, when your arms are raised to God, and the cantor's voice rings out in the synagogue." The priest disagrees. "No, I think the best prayers are in the midst of the Mass, your arms extended outward as you speak in the old Latin!" The Baptist preacher is emphatic: "No, I say it's fists, fire and brimstone! Pounding your fists on the pulpit right next to the Good Book, exhorting the congregation to pray for salvation!" Near them, an electrician who is working on the bistro's new sign interrupts. "Excuse me, but I think you all need to be 30 feet up a power-pole, your legs pointing straight up, your hands hanging straight down, and your pants cuff caught on a crossbeam supporting 20,000 volt wires. Trust me, it's then you'll give the most fervent prayer of your life!"
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