Toward the end of the Sunday service, the Minister asked, "How many of you are willing to forgive 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 to the front and tell us all how a person can live ninety eight years and 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."
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 to the front and tell us all how a person can live ninety eight years and 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."