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Toward the end of Sunday 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 bitches."
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 bitches."
