behold, the power of cheese

so for some reason today i found myself on a tour of a restored village circa late 1800's/ early 1900's where i heard the story of Jacob Keller.
Jacob Keller it seems lived in switzerland and had a hankering to come to america. so much so that he murdered his rich uncle in order to "inherit" the funds for the voyage.
so jacob gets here and somehow lands in a small indiana settlement as the local cheese maker. and even while not being a particularly religious or righteous or religious guy (being a murderer and all) he found himself settled amongst a bunch of religious folk. and it seems that he liked their ways. he liked how calm and peace loving they all were. so he decided to ask to join their church. they welcomed him into the fold and i guess were all happy about their recruit right up until Jacob decided that as a christian man he must confess his big sin.
so the church folk don't really know what to do. they don't want to lose their new recruit or their community's cheese-maker but they can't just let a guy get away with murder. so they decide to write the police of the city where he killed his uncle on his behalf (because he couldn't write) to fess up and they tell the police that Jacob says he will subject himself to any punishment that they see fit.
so they don't hear anything for a long time. the mail was a bit slow back in the day. but then one day they get a letter that says "it seems that god has forgiven you, how can we do any less? please feel free to stay there and make cheese."
and so that's what old Jacob did. He lived out his days and nights (he slept in a little room on a cot with a straw mattress next to the room where he made the cheese) in the cheese house until he died. he never married or had children or anything else. he just made cheese.

apparently this was a story to demonstrate god's forgiveness. but i wouldn't really know.