An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his doctor 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, one on each side of his bed. The preacher grasped their
hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a
time, no one said anything.
Both the doctor and the 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 doctor said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to
come?" The old preacher mustered up his strength, then said
weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves ... and that's how I
want to go."
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