Centuries before mega-churches built in the burbs and introduced awesome electric signage, churches attracted attention
with cross-topped steeples. The taller the better.
So, once upon a time, there was a village church with a steeple that could be seen for miles around. It was perfect, except for one thing--the bell
in the steeple wouldn't right.
The church fathers invited people from all around to try their hands at remedying the problem--but to now avail.
One beautiful sunny day, a small fellow came to church and announced to the pastor, "I can make the bell ring."
The pastor said, "Okay, try it."
So the little guy climbed up to the base of the belfry in the steeple, took three steps back, and then ran into the bell with his face.
BONG! The bell rang, and he was hired on the spot.
One windy day, as the little man ran toward the bell, the wind moved it, causing the small bell ringer to fall out of the steeple onto the
As the crowd gathered and bent low, the pastor asked, "Does anyone know this fellow's name?"
Just then a woman bent low to look at him and then replied, "I don't know his name, but his face sure rings a bell."