the dying priest
In Canberra a venerable old priest lay dying in hospital. He was 93, a
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 Prime Minister and the Treasurer before I
die," whispered the priest.
The hospital authorities sent the request to Parliament and waited for a
Soon word arrived: Prime Minister Julia Gillard and Treasurer Wayne Swan
would be delighted to visit the aged pastor
As they entered the hospital, followed by a media throng and cameras f
all the TV networks, Julia commented to Wayne, "I don't know why this old
priest wants to see us, but going to see him for a few minutes won't
our image. It might even get me re-elected Prime Minister. After all, I'm
IN IT TO WIN IT".
Wayne agreed that it was a good thing, as he wanted to remain as Treasurer
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 Julia's hand in
his right hand and Wayne's hand in his left.
There was silence and a look of serenity spread over the old priest's
Finally PM Julia 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 Julia.
"Amen," said Wayne.
"Jesus died between two lying thieves; I would like to do the same." said