Toward the end of Sunday service, the Minister asked,
' How many of you have forgiven your enemies? '
80% held up their hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time,
except one small elderly lady.
'Mrs. Neely?'; ' Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?'
'I don't have any.' she replied, smiling sweetly.
'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual. How old are you? '
'Ninety-eight, 'she replied. The congregation stood up
and clapped their hands.
'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front & tell us all how
a person can live ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in the world? '
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the
congregation, and said, 'I outlived the bitches.'
' How many of you have forgiven your enemies? '
80% held up their hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time,
except one small elderly lady.
'Mrs. Neely?'; ' Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?'
'I don't have any.' she replied, smiling sweetly.
'Mrs. Neely, that is very unusual. How old are you? '
'Ninety-eight, 'she replied. The congregation stood up
and clapped their hands.
'Oh, Mrs. Neely, would you please come down in front & tell us all how
a person can live ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in the world? '
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the
congregation, and said, 'I outlived the bitches.'