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The Pegster
An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent
and his lawyer to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered
to his bedroom.
As they entered the room, the preacher held out his
hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.
The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled,
and stared at the ceiling. For a long time no one said anything. Both
the IRS agent and lawyer were flattered that the old preacher would ask
them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled
because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly
liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Reverend, why did you ask the two of
us to come." The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said
weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go
too!"
and his lawyer to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered
to his bedroom.
As they entered the room, the preacher held out his
hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.
The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled,
and stared at the ceiling. For a long time no one said anything. Both
the IRS agent and lawyer were flattered that the old preacher would ask
them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled
because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly
liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, "Reverend, why did you ask the two of
us to come." The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said
weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go
too!"