An old pastor was dying. He sent a message for an IRS agent and his
Lawyer to come to the hospital. When they arrived, they were ushered up
to his room. As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands
and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The pastor
grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the
ceiling. For a time, no one said anything.

Both the IRS agent and Lawyer were touched and flattered that the old
pastor would ask them to be with him during his final moments. They
were also puzzled because the Pastor had never given any indication
that he particularly liked either one of them.

Finally, the Lawyer asked, "Pastor, why did you ask the two of us to
come here?"

The old pastor mustered up some strength, then said weakly, "Jesus died
between two thieves, and that's how I want to go, too."

Be blessed,