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.
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.
and soul. As I preached the workers began to say "Amen", "Praise the Lord",
and "Glory!" I preached and preached, like I'd never preached before: from
Genesis all the way to Revelations. I closed the lengthy service with a
prayer and walked to my car.
workers saying to another, "I ain't never seen anything like that before
and I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years."