N1MLF
12-27-2005, 01:47 AM
Greg:
Got this in an e-mail..
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As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a grave side service for a derelict man who had died while traveling through the area with no family or friends.
The funeral was to be held way back in the country.
This man would be the first to be laid to rest at this plot of ground. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost.
Being the typical man, I didn't stop for directions.
When I finally arrived an hour late, I saw the crew and backhoe, but the hearse was no where in sight.
The workmen were eating lunch and I apologized for my tardiness. They looked at one another but said nothing.
I stepped to the side of the open grave, to find the vault already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them long, but that I had been asked to say a few words, it being 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 been Baptist) and I really got wound up. I preached like I'd never preached before and before I knew it over an hour had gone by. I closed in prayer and it was finished.
As I was walking to my car, I felt that I had done my duty and felt a renewed sense of purpose and dedication. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, "I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, and I have never seen anything like this before."
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73..JW.. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif
Got this in an e-mail..
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As a young minister, I was asked by a funeral director to hold a grave side service for a derelict man who had died while traveling through the area with no family or friends.
The funeral was to be held way back in the country.
This man would be the first to be laid to rest at this plot of ground. As I was not familiar with the backwoods area, I became lost.
Being the typical man, I didn't stop for directions.
When I finally arrived an hour late, I saw the crew and backhoe, but the hearse was no where in sight.
The workmen were eating lunch and I apologized for my tardiness. They looked at one another but said nothing.
I stepped to the side of the open grave, to find the vault already in place. I assured the workers I would not hold them long, but that I had been asked to say a few words, it being 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 been Baptist) and I really got wound up. I preached like I'd never preached before and before I knew it over an hour had gone by. I closed in prayer and it was finished.
As I was walking to my car, I felt that I had done my duty and felt a renewed sense of purpose and dedication. As I was opening the door and taking off my coat, I overheard one of the workers saying to another, "I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, and I have never seen anything like this before."
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73..JW.. http://www.qrz.com/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/wow.gif