His name was "Bob". He was always talking about Jesus, God or the Holy Spirit. Outwardly, he was everything you'd expect from a fundamental: nice family, decent job, wife with the long hair and dresses, witnessing, church attendance. People around the office used to call him "Praise-Him-Bob". The thing is, although God was apparently on his mind, he never praised him for the things you'd expect a normal Christian to thank him for. You know, blue skies, rainbows, pretty kittens, saving his soul. Oh no, "Bob" was the type of person to thank God for the misfortune of others.

Recently divorce your wife? --Praise Him!
Lose your life savings? --Praise Him!
Going to jail? --Praise Him!