David A Posted May 1, 2004 Share Posted May 1, 2004 An old priest was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his > lawyer > to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his > bedroom. > As they entered the room, the priest held out his hands and motioned for > them to sit on each side of the bed. > > The priest 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 priest would ask them to be with him during > his > final moment. They were also puzzled because the priest had never given > any > indication that he particularly liked either one of them. > > Finally, the lawyer asked, "Father, why did you ask the two of us to > come?" > > The old priest mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died > between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too." > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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