Country Funeral  

rm_Shyness61 54F
434 posts
2/11/2006 7:54 pm

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Country Funeral

As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral
director to hold a graveside service in a new
cemetery for a derelict man (with no family or friends) who had died while traveling through the area.

The cemetery was way back in the country. This
man would be the first to be laid to rest at this new cemetery.
As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I
became lost.
Being the typical man I didn't stop for
directions. And when I finally arrived an hour late, I saw a crew and a backhoe, but the hearse was nowhere in sight.

The workmen were eating lunch. I apologized for
my tardiness, but the workers just looked puzzled.

I stepped to the side of the open grave, to find
the vault lid already in place.

I assured the workers I would not hold them long,
but this was the proper thing to do.

As 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," (they must have all been Baptist).

I preached, and I preached, like I'd never
preached before. I began from Genesis and worked all the way through to Revelation. I preached for 45 minutes.

It was a long service. Finally, I closed in
prayer and it was finished.

As I was walking to my car, I felt that I had
done my duty and I 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

"Ya know, I've been putting in septic tanks for
20 years, but I ain't never seen anything like
that before."

Don't you know who he thinks he is?

oldman1776 78M
3164 posts
2/12/2006 1:46 am

LMAO that was a good one.

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