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Bill from Lachine
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Date Posted: 12:24:44 05/29/08 Thu
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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 were eating lunch, however 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 and Ecclesiastes
>
> all the way to Revelations. I closed the lengthy service
> with a prayer and walked to my car.
> As I opened the car door and removed my coat, I heard one of the
>
> workers say to another,
>
> 'Lard Jeezuz b'y, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've
> been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.'
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