The Graveside Service


As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold agraveside 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; andbeing a typical man did not stop for directions.  I finally arrivedan hour late. I saw the backhoe and the crew, who were eating lunch, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. 

I apologized to the workers for my tardiness, and stepped to theside 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 preachedbefore, from Genesis all the way to Revelation. 

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 nothing like that before and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.”

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