Toward the end of the Sunday service at a small Pentecostal church, the pastor asked, “How many of you have forgiven your enemies?”
80% of the congregation held up their hands.
The pastor looked searchingly around, then repeated his question. All responded this time … except one man, a white-haired old fellow named Wally Barnes, who came occasionally with his daughter — a regular attender.
“Mr. Barnes, it’s good to see you here today. Aren’t you willing to forgive your enemies?”
“Don’t have any,” he replied gruffly.
“None at all, Mr. Barnes? That’s quite unusual. How old are you, if I may ask?”
“Ninety-eight,” he replied proudly.
On hearing this, the congregation stood up as one and clapped loudly.
“Mr. Barnes,” the pastor continued, “would you please come down in front here and tell us all how you’ve lived ninety-eight years and don’t have an enemy in the world?”
Waving aside his daughter’s offered arm and supported only by his walking-stick, Wally came down the aisle with a slow but determined gait.
Stopping in front of the pulpit, he turned around, faced the congregation, and said with a grin, “I outlived the bastards!”
~ Sent in by Marg Coombes-Pearce. Thanks Marg.