A pastor discovered that his church was getting into very serious financial trouble. While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several unopened cartons of new bibles. So that Sunday, he asked the congregation for three parishioners to sell the bibles door-to-door for $10 each to raise the desperately needed money for the church.
Jack, Paul and Louie raised their hands. The minister knew that Jack and Paul earned their living as salesmen and were likely capable of selling bibles. But he had serious doubts about Louie, a farmer who always kept to himself because of his speech impediment. Poor Louie stuttered badly. But, not wanting to discourage Louie, the minister decided to let him try anyway.
He sent the three away with the back seat of their cars stacked with bibles. He asked them to report the results of their door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday.
The minister asked Jack, ‘Well, how did you make out selling our bibles last week?’
Proudly handing the reverend an envelope, Jack replied, ‘Using my sales prowess, I was able to sell 20 bibles, and here’s the $200 I collected for the church.’
‘Fine job, Jack!’ The minister said, vigorously shaking his hand. ‘You are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to you.’
Turning to Paul, ‘And how many bibles did you sell for the Church last week?’
Paul, smiling and strutting, replied, ‘I am a professional salesman. I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and here’s the $280 I collected.’
The minister replied, ‘That’s absolutely splendid, Paul. You are truly a professional salesman and the church is indebted to you.’
Apprehensively, the minister turned to Louie and said, ‘And did you manage to sell any bibles last week?’
Louie silently handed the minister a large envelope.
The minister opened it and counted the contents. ‘What on earth?’ the minister exclaimed. ‘Louie, there’s $3,200 in here! Are you suggesting that you sold 320 bibles for the church, door to door, in just one week?’
Louie just nodded.
‘That’s impossible!’ Jack and Paul said in unison. ‘We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times as many bibles as we did!’
‘Yes, this does seem unlikely,’ the minister agreed. ‘I think you better explain how you managed to accomplish this, Louie.’
Louie shrugged. ‘I-I-I re-re-really do-do-don’t kn-kn-know f-f-f-for sh-sh-sh-sure,’ he stammered.
Impatiently, Peter interrupted. ‘For crying out loud, Louie, just tell us what you said when they answered the door!’
‘A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was,’ Louis replied, ‘W-w-w-would y-y-y-you l-l-l-l-like t-t-to b-b-b-buy th-th-th-this b-b-b-b-bible f-f-for t-t-ten b-b-b-bucks — o-o-o-or — wo-wo-would yo-you j-j-j-just l-like m-m-me t-t-to st-st-stand h-h-here and r-r-r-r-read it t-to y-y-you?’
Who but the old salesman, Ramana, would have sent this to me.