The Bell Ringer
There was a man with no arms who came to know the Lord. He went to the pastor of a church, and asked him to please give him something to do to serve the Lord. The pastor said, "Well, I dont know what we could give you to do... the only job we need someone for right now is someone to ring the bell."
"Oh, yes, Ill do that!" said the man with excitement.
"But you have no arms!" exclaimed the pastor.
"Oh, Ill find a way to do it," said the man, and he was allowed to give bell ringing a try.
He backed up as far as possible from the bell and run headlong into it, hitting it with his head. It made a beautiful pure tone, and continued to ring the bell every Sunday before church for several weeks.
But one day, he missed the bell, fell out the belfry window, and landed on the sidewalk in front of the church, just as people were arriving for Sunday services. Appalled at the sight of the dead man in front of their church, they asked the pastor who on earth this man was. He looked at the bloody figure, and mused, "I dont know, but his face rings a bell...."
A couple weeks later, the dead man's brother came to the pastor and asked him to please let him take over the job of bell ringer, in memorial of his brother. The pastor consented, and the brother served faithfully for several weeks.
However, one Sunday as he was ringing the bell, the rope caught around his ankle, and the momentum of the bell caused the rope to fling him out the window. He landed dead on the sidewalk, just as his brother had done. Shocked, the congregants arriving for church exclaimed, "Not again! Who is it this time, pastor?"
The pastor said, "Well, I dont know his name, but hes a dead ringer for his brother!"