Once, in a small western town, a beloved pastor lay dying. In another room were members of his family, friends, and senior members of the congregation, none of whom the pastor would allow to enter for a few last words.
Unexpectedly, a knock at the door announced "Black Jack" Wilson, the notorious liar, cheat, rustler, and gambler.
"I've come to pay my final respects," said he.
When the mortally ill man heard who had come to see him, "Black Jack" was immediately permitted to approach his bed.
"Preacher," muttered Jack in surprise, "I can't understand why you let me in to see you, when all your family and friends are kept away."
"Jack," replied the preacher, "I'll see them all at some future day.
"But as for you," he continued with a weak outstretched hand, "I need to say my final goodbye."