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Dying Preacher
An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his
lawyer to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered 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 long time no one said anything. Both the
IRS agent and lawyer were flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked
either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Reverend, why did you ask the two of us to
come." The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly,
"Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go too!"
lawyer to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered 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 long time no one said anything. Both the
IRS agent and lawyer were flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked
either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Reverend, why did you ask the two of us to
come." The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly,
"Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go too!"