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 every dang one of them.'
