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Country Funeral

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 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 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 I 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.

As I was opening the 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 putting in septic tanks for twenty years.