Elly
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Mar 18, 2006 23:12:48 GMT 10
Post by Elly on Mar 18, 2006 23:12:48 GMT 10
Jock was dying. His wife sat at the bedside. He looked up and said weakly: "I have something I must confess." "There's no need to, " his wife replied. "No," he insisted, "I want to die in peace. I slept with your sister, your best friend, her best friend, and your mother "I know," she replied, " now just rest and let the poison work
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Mar 19, 2006 2:01:39 GMT 10
Post by dreamy on Mar 19, 2006 2:01:39 GMT 10
#shock# #happy#
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Mar 21, 2006 9:51:30 GMT 10
Post by smudger on Mar 21, 2006 9:51:30 GMT 10
The preacher is dying An old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his banker 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 banker and lawyer were touched and flattered that the preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They were also puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication that he particularly liked either of them. They both remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness, and avaricious behaviour that made them squirm in their seats.
Finally, the banker said, "Preacher, why did you ask us to come?"
The old preacher mustered up his strength and then said weakly, "Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go."
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