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, the banker said, “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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