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."