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 their enemies?"
About half held up their hands.
He then repeated his question. 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:
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"I outlived the bitches."
Toward the end of the service, he asked his congregation, "How many of you have forgiven their enemies?"
About half held up their hands.
He then repeated his question. 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:
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"I outlived the bitches."
