Laugh a little, it's good for the soul.
As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
grave-side service for a homeless man, with no family or friends.
The funeral was to be held at a cemetery way back in the country, and
this man would be the first to be laid to rest there.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost, and being a
typical man, I did not stop for directions. I finally arrived an hour late.
I saw the backhoe and the crew, who was eating lunch, but the hearse was
nowhere in sight. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and
stepped to the side of the open gave, where I saw the vault lid already in
place.
I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, but this was the
proper thing
to do.
The workers gathered around, still eating their lunch. I poured out
my heart and soul. As I preached, the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise
the
Lord," and "Glory"! I preached, and I preached, like I'd never preached
before, from
the Genesis all the way to Revelations. I closed the lengthy service with
a prayer
and walked to my car.
As I was opening the car door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of
the workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like that
before and I've been puttin' in septic tanks for twenty years."
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