An old Biker Preacher was dying. He sent a message for his banker and his
lawyer, both church members, to come to his home.
When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they
entered the room, the Biker Preacher held out his hands and motioned for
them to sit on each side of the bed. The very soon to die Biker Preacher grasped their
hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a
time, no one said anything.
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 Biker Preacher had never given them any
indication that he particularly liked either of them. They both
remembered his many long, uncomfortable sermons about greed made
them squirm in their seats.
Finally, the banker asked, Biker Preacher, why did you ask us to come?
The Old Dying Biker Preacher with a small smile on his face ,,mustered up his strength and then said weakly,
Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go!!!.
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