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Country Funeral Story
As a young minister in Kentucky , I was asked by a funeral director to
hold a grave-side service for a homeless man, who had 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 buried there.
I was not familiar with the backwoods area, and I soon became lost.
Being a typical man, I did not stop to ask for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late. I saw the backhoe and the open grave, but the hearse was nowhere in
sight.
The digging crew was eating lunch. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness,
and I stepped to the side of the open grave. There I saw the vault lid already in
place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, as I told them
that this was the proper thing to do.
The workers gathered around the grave and stood silently, as I began to
pour out my heart and soul.
As I preached about "looking forward to a brighter tomorrow" and "the glory
that is to come," the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the Lord,"
and "Glory!" The fervor of these men truly inspired me. So, I preached and
I preached like I had never preached before, all the way from Genesis to Revelations.
I finally closed the lengthy service with a prayer, thanked the men, and
walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I
heard one of the workers say to another, "I ain't NEVER seen nothin' like
that before, and I've been puttin' in septic tanks for thirty years!"
As a young minister in Kentucky , I was asked by a funeral director to
hold a grave-side service for a homeless man, who had 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 buried there.
I was not familiar with the backwoods area, and I soon became lost.
Being a typical man, I did not stop to ask for directions. I finally arrived an
hour late. I saw the backhoe and the open grave, but the hearse was nowhere in
sight.
The digging crew was eating lunch. I apologized to the workers for my tardiness,
and I stepped to the side of the open grave. There I saw the vault lid already in
place. I assured the workers I would not hold them up for long, as I told them
that this was the proper thing to do.
The workers gathered around the grave and stood silently, as I began to
pour out my heart and soul.
As I preached about "looking forward to a brighter tomorrow" and "the glory
that is to come," the workers began to say "Amen," "Praise the Lord,"
and "Glory!" The fervor of these men truly inspired me. So, I preached and
I preached like I had never preached before, all the way from Genesis to Revelations.
I finally closed the lengthy service with a prayer, thanked the men, and
walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I
heard one of the workers say to another, "I ain't NEVER seen nothin' like
that before, and I've been puttin' in septic tanks for thirty years!"
I meant the septic tank stinks not your joke 
