There’s the story of a young man applying to be a missionary. He prepared for his interview by studying for the questions he thought he’d be asked, brushing up on his theology and his Bible knowledge. They called and told him to show up at the missionary society for the interview at 5 a.m. A strange time, he thought, but he pulled himself out of bed on a snowy morning and showed up. But 5 a.m. came and went, and he was left waiting—until 8 a.m., 3 hours later, when the interviewer arrived.
The interviewer asked him to take a seat, and said, “Can you spell?” Mystified, the candidate said, “Yes, sir.” The interviewer said, “Spell ‘baker’.” The candidate spelled, “B-A-K-E-R.” The interviewer said, “Can you tell me what 2 plus 2 is?” The candidate said, “4?”
The interviewer abruptly dismissed him.
At the board meeting of the missionary society, the interviewer gave his report: “The young man showed up for the 5 a.m. interview, on a snowy morning, without complaint—he can deny himself. He was on time—he’s prompt and keeps his word. I also tested his patience by making him wait 3 hours for the interview. And I tested his humility and temper, asking questions any child could answer. “He passed all the tests. Gentlemen, we have the makings of a fine missionary here!”
The real test in life is the character test.