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