When I was a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a
grave-side service for a elderly man from a local nursing home, who has
passed with no family or friends. The funeral was to be held at a new
cemetery way back in the country, and this man would be the first to be
laid to rest there.
Since I was new here and not very familiar with the backwoods area, I
became lost. And being a typical man, I didn't bother to stop and ask
directions. So I continueed to ride around until I finally saw the
backhoe and it's crew, who by this time, were eating lunch.
Since I was an hour late, the hearse and funeral director was nowhere
in sight so I parked my car, got out, apologized to the workers for my
tardiness, and stepped to the side of the open grave, 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 preached, like I'd never preached before: from Genesis
all the way to Revelations.
I closed the lengthy service with a prayer and walked to my car.
I was opening the door and taking off my coat, when I overheard one of
the workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like that before
and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years."
( I hope you all had a great Christmas and I wish you all the best for 2008... dasser)
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