The Old Pastors Last Request.

An old pastor lays dying. He sent a message for his Inland Revenue Service agent and <TT>his lawyer to come to the hospital. </TT>
<TT><O:p</O:p</TT>
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<TT>When they arrived, they were ushered up to his room </TT>
<TT>As they entered the room, the pastor held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed.</TT>
<TT><O:p</O:p</TT>
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<TT>The pastor grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled, and stared at the ceiling. For a time, no one said anything. </TT>

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

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

<TT>The old pastor mustered all his strength, then said weakly, </TT>

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<TT>"Jesus died between two thieves, and that's how I want to go". </TT>

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