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.
‘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’ve outlived the bitches.’