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Missionary Progress
November 16, 2000

Three missionaries working in different parts of the world came together one year to compare notes. "I've converted seventy-five percent of my tribe's members," bragged the first one, "and in addition to those saved souls, we've also built a church and a schoolhouse." The second missionary was not to be outdone. "In my area, I've converted ninety percent of the natives," he said, "and in addition we've built a church, a schoolhouse, and a hospital." Then they turned to the third missionary. "Aren't you in an area of cannibals?" he was asked. "Have you persuaded them to give it up?" "Well, it 's a long process," said the third missionary slowly. Then he brightened, "But I have gotten them to use knives and forks!" Lament My forgetter's getting better But my rememberer is broke to you that may seem funny but, to me, that is no joke For when I'm "here" I'm wondering If I really should be "there" And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer! Oftimes I walk into a room, Say "what am I here for?" I wrack my brain, but all in vain A zero, is my score. At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from Is, generally, me! When shopping I may see someone, Say "Hi" and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, "who's that?" Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke.