The preacher's, Sunday sermon was, "Forgive Your Enemies." He asked, how many have forgiven their enemies? About half held up their hands.
He then repeated his question. Now about 80 percent held up their hands. He then repeated his question. All responded, except one elderly lady.
"Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any."
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"
"Ninety-three." she replied.
"Mrs. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person cannot have an enemy in the world?"
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, and said loudly and
proudly, "I outlived those bitches."
He then repeated his question. Now about 80 percent held up their hands. He then repeated his question. All responded, except one elderly lady.
"Mrs. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any."
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?"
"Ninety-three." she replied.
"Mrs. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person cannot have an enemy in the world?"
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, and said loudly and
proudly, "I outlived those bitches."
