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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, 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 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 anything like that
before in my life and I’ve been putting in septic tanks for thirty-two
years.’

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