The preacher, in his Sunday sermon, used โForgive Your Enemiesโ as his subject.
After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive their enemies.
About half held up their hands.
Not satisfied he harangued for another twenty minutes and repeated his question.
This time he received a response of about 80 percent.
Still unsatisfied, he lectured for another 15 minutes and repeated his question.
With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one elderly lady in the rear.
โMrs.
Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?โ
โI donโt have any.โ
โMrs.
Jones, that is very unusual.
How old are you?โ
โNinety three.โ
โMrs.
Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person can live to be ninety-three, and not have an enemy in the world.โ
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, very slowly turned around and said:
โItโs easy, I just outlived the bitches.โ