I especially hated the stories about people who supposedly swam across crocodile infested rivers, hacked their way through a jungle or climbed over a mountain to attend their meetings.
That brings back some memories lol. Don't forget the one about the man braving bandits to get to the meetings knowing he would be murdered if caught. They did catch him in fact, but the bandits were so impressed with his faith that they let him go. Yeah, right . Then there was the crippled elderly sister who crawled for miles to the meeting on her hands and knees rather than miss it when there was nobody available to take her. Who on earth was this martyr to the faith? Possibly this Ethiopian girl's grandmother?