Thundarr
08-16-2004, 07:01 PM
The preacher, in his Sunday sermon, used "Forgive Your Enemies" as
his subject. After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive
their enemies. About half held up their hands. Not satisfied he harangued
for another twenty minutes and repeated his question. This time he received
a response of eighty percent.
Still unsatisfied, he lectured for fifteen minutes and repeated his
question. With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one
elderly lady in the rear. "Ms. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your
enemies?' "I don't have any." "Ms. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are
you? "Ninety-three." "Ms. Jones, please come down in front and tell the
congregation how a person can live to ninety-three and not have an enemy in
the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady teetered down the aisle, very slowly turned
around & said: "It's easy. I just outlived the sons of bitches."
his subject. After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive
their enemies. About half held up their hands. Not satisfied he harangued
for another twenty minutes and repeated his question. This time he received
a response of eighty percent.
Still unsatisfied, he lectured for fifteen minutes and repeated his
question. With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one
elderly lady in the rear. "Ms. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your
enemies?' "I don't have any." "Ms. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are
you? "Ninety-three." "Ms. Jones, please come down in front and tell the
congregation how a person can live to ninety-three and not have an enemy in
the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady teetered down the aisle, very slowly turned
around & said: "It's easy. I just outlived the sons of bitches."