I thought I should find a list of the church members, but I didn’t know where to find one. As I was looking, the volunteer secretary came in to show me how to work the mimeograph machine. She was going on vacation for a month, and the bulletins were now my responsibility. I guess I had missed the day they covered “mimeographs and stencils” too. This wasn’t starting the way I had imagined. The secretary told me that no list of members existed, but she thought she could create one. She left. I was alone in an office in a strange town. I was responsible for several hundred people, the truth of God, and a mimeograph machine.