An old pious preacher was dying.
He knew that he would have just a few hours.
So he called for two members of his congregation to come by his bedside: his banker and his lawyer, who were both members.
They were honored to be with him in his final moments.
As they came into his bedroom the old preacher held out his hands and motioning for one to sit on each side of the bed and he held their hands as the sat beside him.
The preacher grasped their hands and gave a sigh of relief. For a while, everything was silent.
They thought what a privilege it is to be with him, this godly preacher in his final moments. They were a little amazed that he thought that much of them since they both remembered his many long uncomfortable sermons about greed and covetousness.
Finally the banker got up his courage and said, "Pastor, why did you choose us to come and to be with you during your final moments?"
The old man mustered up his last strength and then said weakly, "Well, I'm dying and I always wanted to die like Jesus did, between two thieves! And that's why I called you."