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Country Funeral Story
As a young minister in Kentucky, I was asked by a
funeral director to hold a grave-side service for a homeless man, who had no
family or friends.The funeral was to be held at a new cemetery way back in the
country, and this man would be the first to be buried there.
I was not familiar with the backwoods area, and I soon became lost. Being
a typical man, I did not stop to ask for directions. I finally arrived an hour
late.I saw the backhoe and the open grave, but the hearse was nowhere in sight.
The digging crew was eating lunch. I apologized to the
workers for my tardiness, and I stepped to the side of the open grave. There I
saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them
up for long, as I told them that this was the proper thing to do.
workers for my tardiness, and I stepped to the side of the open grave. There I
saw the vault lid already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them
up for long, as I told them that this was the proper thing to do.
The workers gathered around the grave and stood silently,
as I began to pour out my heart and soul. As I preached about 'looking forward
to a brighter tomorrow' and 'the glory that is to come,' the workers began to
say 'Amen,' 'Praise the Lord,' and 'Glory!' The fervor of these men
truly inspired me. So, I preached and I preached like I had never preached
before, all the way from Genesis to Revelations.
I finally closed the lengthy service with a prayer, thanked
the men, and walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my
coat, I heard one of the workers say to another,
the men, and walked to my car. As I was opening the door and taking off my
coat, I heard one of the workers say to another,
'I ain't NEVER seen nothin' like that before, and I've
been puttin' in septic tanks for thirty years.
