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Subject: : Cape Breton Funeral
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 was 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 and
Ecclesiastes all the way to Revelations.
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,
'Lard Jeezuz b'y, I never seen nothin' like that before and I've been putting
in septic tanks for twenty years.'
A lesson for men who hate to ask for directions
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