I read a story about a missionary by the name of Herbert Jackson.

Mr. Jackson had one of those cars that absolutely would not go unless somebody pushes it.

And so he developed an elaborate scheme throughout the day after keeping the car going.

First thing in the morning,

he lived nearby a school. So he would go to the headmaster and he asked for permission and gets kids out of the school to come and push the car. And the kid's always fighting about

it. They all want to go out and push the car. Then throughout the day, as he's making his rounds, he would try

to find a hill in which he can park his car, or he would leave the car running the whole time

as he going in and out of his making calls. And this just went on and on and on for two years. Day after day, after day,

this arduous, this painful, this elaborate scheme. Kids in the morning push the car,

keeping it running during the day or having, parking it on a hill. For two years,

this painful experience persisted until he became ill and he needed to come home. And so the mission board sent a missionary to replace him.

And this poor missionary did not only inherit Mr. Jackson's residence,

but he inherited this miserable car. So he told him, he said in the morning you go to the school,

he got to the headmaster, you get him, get some kids out and give you a push, and then you keep it

running, or park it on a hill. And Mr. Jackson hasn't even finished the conversation

while this new missionary, who happened to be mechanically minded,

looked under the hood or under the bonnet, as they say in England.

And then he looked in there, he said,

Now, Dr. Jackson, I believe the problem is very simple.

You have a loose cable connection.

And he just turned the thing around and got in the car, started the car,

and to Mr. Jackson, absolute amazement, it hummed.

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