The preacher's Sunday sermon was "Forgive Your Enemies".
Toward the end of the service he asked his congregation,
"How many of you have forgiven your enemies?" About
half held up their hands. He then repeated his question.
As it was past lunchtime, this time about 80 percent
held up their hands. He then repeated his question again.
All responded, except one small elderly lady.
"Mrs.Jones," inquired the preacher, "are you not willing
to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any." she replied, smiling sweetly.
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"
"Ninety-three." she replied.
"Oh Mrs. Jones, what a blessing and a lesson to us all
you are. Would you please come down in front of this
congregation and tell us all how a person can live ninety-
three years and not have an enemy in the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle,
faced the congregation, and said: "I outlived the bitches.
"How many of you have forgiven your enemies?" About
half held up their hands. He then repeated his question.
As it was past lunchtime, this time about 80 percent
held up their hands. He then repeated his question again.
All responded, except one small elderly lady.
"Mrs.Jones," inquired the preacher, "are you not willing
to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any." she replied, smiling sweetly.
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"
"Ninety-three." she replied.
"Oh Mrs. Jones, what a blessing and a lesson to us all
you are. Would you please come down in front of this
congregation and tell us all how a person can live ninety-
three years and not have an enemy in the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle,
faced the congregation, and said: "I outlived the bitches.
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