An Ol' Broad's Ramblings
In Washington, D.C., an old priest lay dying. Well loved for faithfully serving the people of the nation’s capital and well known among elected officials, he knew his earthly mission was over.
He motioned to the vigilant nurse beside him and whispered “My dying wish is to see President Obama and Senator Reid before I die. The message was well received by the White House as an opportunity for favorable publicity, and the two set out with urgency to get to the deathbed before it was too late.
Obama commented to Reid, “Ï don’t know why the old guy wants to see us, but it will certainly help our popularity ratings with the Catholics.”
When they arrived at the bedside, the old priest took Obama’s hand in his right hand and Reid’s hand in his left hand. Immediately a look of serenity and peace covered the old priest’s face.
Expectantly, Obama asked “Father, of all the people you could have chosen, Why did you choose us to be with you at the end?”
The old priest slowly replied, “I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ.”
“Amen”, said Obama.
“Amen”, said Reid.
The old priest continued, “Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same.”