"Oh, Elohim. We don't know why you didn't protect your holy temple from the ravages of the hurricane you sent to destroy the gays, like you promised you would, but oh well. We ask that you please keep the toilets functioning, and keep the floodwaters at bay next hurricane. But we know you might not, 'cause you didn't this time. But please, please, please do it next time, ok? 'Cause, you know, if this keeps happening we might start to doubt if our funny secret handshakes and stuff really are the keys to the celestial kingdom and all. Innanameojesuschristamen."
And thank you dear Elohim for the insurance money. We gave it to all of our sons in law and used those big blowers to dry out the basement and put home depot carpet in, because it's the basement and no one cares.