J
02-08-2005, 09:37 PM
a young preacher was asked by a funeral director to
hold a graveside service for a man who died with no
family or friends. The funeral was held way back in
the country and the young preacher got lost on the
way.
When he arrived an hour late, he saw a backhoe and
crew, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. The workmen
were eating lunch. The diligent pastor went to the
open grave to find the vault lid in place....but still
he poured out his heart and preached an impassioned
and lengthy service.
Returning to his car, the young preacher felt that he
had done his duty and he would leave with a renewed
sense of purpose and dedication, in spite of his
tardiness.
As he got into his car, he overheard one of the
workers talking to another worker: "I've been putting
in septic tanks for 20 years, and I ain't never seen
anything like that before." Sort of gives new meaning
to the term "Holy Shit"
hold a graveside service for a man who died with no
family or friends. The funeral was held way back in
the country and the young preacher got lost on the
way.
When he arrived an hour late, he saw a backhoe and
crew, but the hearse was nowhere in sight. The workmen
were eating lunch. The diligent pastor went to the
open grave to find the vault lid in place....but still
he poured out his heart and preached an impassioned
and lengthy service.
Returning to his car, the young preacher felt that he
had done his duty and he would leave with a renewed
sense of purpose and dedication, in spite of his
tardiness.
As he got into his car, he overheard one of the
workers talking to another worker: "I've been putting
in septic tanks for 20 years, and I ain't never seen
anything like that before." Sort of gives new meaning
to the term "Holy Shit"