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Old Pastor
An old pastor was dying. He sent a message for an IRS agent and his lawyer
to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his
room. As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands and motioned
for them to sit on each side of the bed. The pastor grasped their hands,
sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one
said anything.
Both the IRS agent and lawyer were touched and flattered that the old pastor
would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also
puzzled because the pastor had never given any indication that he
particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Pastor, why did you ask the two of us to come
here?" The old pastor mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus
died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go too."
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