Bingo MyIngo

Bingo MyIngo was a formidable ally of the church.  He went every weekend and kneeled before the alter and even put a coin in the dish that circulated among the parishoners.  But that said, Bingo did not know that there was a God or that even this Jesus fellow existed.  He had never done anything except copy what the rest of the parishoners had done.  The problem was that Bingo did not read or write and he did not listen to any person in his congregation.  Had he been able to listen or read, he would surely know everything that he was told and no one would think any better. But the thing is that everyone thought that what they told him and what he was reading (he just copied what he saw the others do, scan the funny looking letters on the white page with his eyes stopping at the end of each line to go to the next line) was registering and being encoded.  Bingo refused to speak so therefore he could not communicate that their lessons were learned or acnowledged.  This was not a problem for the congregation because they thought that Bingo was mute and unable to speak.  He was able to speak but refused.  He was just not happy that noone would explain to him why he was still not happy.