I can’t remember where I read this recently, so I’m just writing my own variant.
A liberal Catholic was walking along the beach with the Lord,
And, as she walked, she saw images of her life pass by.
At the end of her journey, she turned and looked back at the footprints.
“Lord,” she observed, “as I look back on these footprints representing my life, I see Your footprints walking beside mine, but I notice that at times there are only set of footprints. . . .
Why is that, during the times I was dancing for You at Mass, singing folk hymns, voting for Democrats or sending money to Notre Dame, only one set of footprints appears?”
“My Dear Child,” the Lord said,
“It was at those times I tried to throw you into the ocean, but you kept coming back out!”