Toward the end of Sunday service, the Minister asked, ‘How many of you have forgiven your enemies?’
80% held up their hands.
The Minister then repeated his question. All responded this time, except one small elderly lady.
‘Miss Joyce”; ‘Are you not willing to forgive your enemies?’
I don’t have any,’ she replied, smiling sweetly.
‘Miss Joyce’, that is very unusual. How old are you?’
‘Ninety-eight,’ she replied.
‘Oh, Miss. Joyce, would you please come down in front & tell us all how a person can live ninety-eight years & not have an enemy in the world?’
The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said:
‘I outlived all the bitches.’