Forgive your enemies
Toward the end of a service, the Minister asked, "How many
of you have forgiven your enemies?" 80% held up their
hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. All responded
this time, except one small elderly Lady.
"Mrs. Jones?"
"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-eight," she replied.
"Oh. Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front & tell
us all how a person can live ninety-eight years & 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 biatches."
Toward the end of a service, the Minister asked, "How many
of you have forgiven your enemies?" 80% held up their
hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. All responded
this time, except one small elderly Lady.
"Mrs. Jones?"
"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-eight," she replied.
"Oh. Mrs. Jones, would you please come down in front & tell
us all how a person can live ninety-eight years & 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 biatches."
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