An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for a tax colle=
ctor and his lawyer, both church members, to come to his home. When they ar=
rived, 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, smi=
led, and stared at the ceiling.
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For a time, no one said anything. Both the =
IRS agent and lawyer were touched and flattered that the old preacher would=
ask them to be with him during his final moment. They were also puzzled; t=
he preacher had never given them any indication that he particularly liked =
either of them. They both remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons a=
bout greed, covetousness, and their behavior that made them squirm in their=
seats.
Finally, the lawyer said, "Preacher, why did you ask just the =
two of us to come be at your side at this final hour?"
The old preach=
er mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died between tw=
o thieves, and that’s how I want to go!"
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Dr Bob Griffin
[email protected] www.grif.net
"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"
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