The preacher’s Sunday sermon was “Forgive Your Enemies.”
He asked how many of the congregation have forgiven their enemies? About half held up their hands.
He then repeated his question. Now about 80% held up their hands.
He then repeated his question once more.
All responded, except one elderly lady.
“Mrs. Johnson, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?”
“I don’t have any.”
“Mrs. Johnson that is very unusual. How old are you?”
“Ninety-three,” she replied.
“Mrs. Johnson, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person cannot have an enemy in the world?”
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle and said,
“I outlived every one of those bastards!”