New Preacher

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Skyhook, Feb 1, 2006.

  1. Skyhook


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    Nov 4, 2002
    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, who

    had died while traveling through the area.

    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.

    I felt I had done my duty for the homeless man and that the crew would

    leave with a renewed sense of purpose and dedication, in spite of my


    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."