An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his
banker and his lawyer, both church members, to come to his home.
When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom.
As they entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them
to sit on each side of the bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed
contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling.
For a time, no one said anything. Both the banker and
lawyer were touched and flattered that the preacher would ask them to be with
him during his final moments. They were also puzzled; the preacher had never
given them any indication that he particularly liked either of them. They both
remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness, and avaricious
behavior that made them squirm in their seats.
Finally, mustering enough courage the banker asked, "Preacher, why did you ask
us to come?"
The old preacher mustered up his strength and then said
weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to
go."
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