The Old Preacher

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 the
attorney were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to
be with him during his final moment. They were also 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

The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly, “Jesus died
between two thieves, and that’s how I want to go, too.”