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An old preacher was dying. He sent a message
for his IRS agent and his Lawyer (both church members), to come to his home.
When they arrived, they were ushered up 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 time, no one said anything. Both the IRS agent and Lawyer were touched and flattered
that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moment. They were
however puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly
liked either one of them.
Finally, the Lawyer asked, "Preacher, 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."Â
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