When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they
entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit
on each side of his bed.
Then the preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly,
smiled and stared at the ceiling. For a minute or so, no one said anything.
While both the banker and lawyer were touched and flattered
that the preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moments, they
were also puzzled; the preacher had never given them any indication that he
particularly liked either of them. They both remembered his many long,
uncomfortable sermons about greed, covetousness, and avaricious behavior that
made them squirm in their seats.
Finally, the banker said, "Preacher, why did you ask us
to come?"
The old preacher mustered as much strength as he could, and
then said weakly,
"Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want
to go."
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