After a long sermon, he asked how many were willing to forgive their enemies. About half held up their hands.
Not satisfied, he harangued for another twenty minutes and repeated his question. This time he received a response of eighty percent.
Still unsatisfied, he lectured for fifteen minutes and repeated his question. With all thoughts now on Sunday dinner, all responded except one elderly lady in the rear.
"Ms. Jones, are you not willing to forgive your enemies?'
"I don't have any."
"Ms. Jones, that is very unusual. How old are you?
"Ninety seven."
"Ms. Jones, please come down in front and tell the congregation how a person can live to ninety seven and not have an enemy in the world."
The little sweetheart of a lady teetered down the aisle, very slowly turned around and said: "It's easy. I just outlived the sons of bitches."
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