Never A Truer Word Said…
In Colombo, a venerable old priest lay dying in hospital. He was 93, and for years he had faithfully served the people of the nation’s capital.
He knew his end was near, and he motioned for his nurse to come closer.
“Yes, Father?” said the nurse.
“I would really like to see the President and Head of the Central Bank before I die,” whispered the priest.
The hospital authorities sent the request to Parliament and waited for a response. Soon word arrived: President and Nivard would be delighted to visit the aged pastor. As they entered the hospital, followed by a media throng and cameras from all the TV networks, President commented to Nivard, “I don’t know why this old priest wants to see us, but going to see him for a few minutes won’t hurt our image. It might even get me re-elected President. After all, I’m IN IT TO WIN IT”.
Nivard agreed that it was a good thing, as he wanted to remain as the Head of the Central Bank and play with our money like it was Monopoly or growing on a tree.
When they arrived at his room, the priest beamed and clasped President’s hand in his right hand and Nivard’s hand in his left.
There was silence and a look of serenity spread over the old priest’s wizened visage.
Finally President broke the silence.
“Father, of all the people you could have chosen, why did you want us to be with you as you near the end?”
The old priest slowly replied, “I have always tried to pattern my life after our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.”
“Of course”, said President.
“Amen,” said Nivard.
“Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same,” said the priest.