The preacher's Sunday sermon was 'Forgive Your Enemies'. Toward the end of the sermon he asked his congregation, 'How many of you have forgiven your enemies?' About half held up their hands
He then went on to talk another twenty minutes about the need to forgive and then again asked, "'How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"
As it was past lunchtime, this time about 80 percent held up their hands.
He then went on to talk another twenty minutes about the need to forgive and then again asked, "'How many of you have forgiven your enemies?"
This time everyone raised their hands except one small elderly lady.
"Mrs.Jones," inquired the preacher, "are you not willing to forgive your enemies?"
"I don't have any." she replied, smiling sweetly.
"Mrs. Jones, that is very unusual. If I may ask, how old are you?"
"Ninety-three." she replied.
"Oh Mrs. Jones, what a blessing and a lesson to us all you are. Would you please come down in front of this congregation and tell us all how a person can live ninety- three years and not have an enemy in the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said:
"I outlived them all."