My Spot,Mine

A pastor concluded that his church was getting into serious financial
troubles.

While checking the church storeroom, he discovered several cartons
of new bibles that had never been opened and distributed.

So at his Sunday sermon, he asked for three volunteers from the
congregation who would be willing to sell the bibles door-to-door
for $10 each to raise the desperately needed money for the church.

Jack, Paul and Louie all raised their hands to volunteer for the
task.

The pastor knew that Jack and Paul earned their living as salesmen
and were likely capable of selling some bibles.
But he had serious doubts about Louie who was a local farmer,
who had always kept to himself because he was embarrassed by his
speech impediment.

Poor Louis stuttered badly.
But, not wanting to discourage Louis, the pastor decided to let
him try anyway.

He sent the three of them away with the back seat of their cars
stacked with bibles.

He asked them to meet with him and report the results of their
door-to-door selling efforts the following Sunday.

Anxious to find out how successful they were, the pastor immediately
asked Jack, "Well, Jack, 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 on behalf of the church."

"Fine job, Jack!" The pastor said, vigorously shaking his hand.
"You are indeed a fine salesman and the Church is indebted to
you."

Turning to Paul, "And Paul, how many bibles did you sell for the
Church last week?"

Paul, smiling and sticking out his chest, confidently replied,
"I am a professional salesman.
I sold 28 bibles on behalf of the church, and here's $280 I collected."

The pastor responded, "That's absolutely splendid, Paul.
You are truly a professional salesman and the church is also indebted
to you."

Apprehensively, the pastor turned to Louie and said, "And Louie,
did you manage to sell any bibles last week?" Louie silently offered
him a large envelope.

He opened it and counted the contents.
"What is this?" he exclaimed.
"Louie, there's $3200 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!" both Jack and Paul said in unison.
"We are professional salesmen, yet you claim to have sold 10 times
as many bibles as we could."

"Yes, this does seem unlikely," the pastor agreed.
"I think you'd 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 to them
when they answered the door!"

"A-a-a-all I-I-I s-s-said wa-wa-was," Louis replied, "W-w-w-w-would
y-y-y-you l-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-r-read it t-to y-y-you??"