There was a minister fella from up North somewhere who had come to serve a small community in Mississipi. A funeral director asked him to hold a graveside service for a homeless man with no family or friends. The funeral was to be at a cemetery way out in the country. This was a new cemetery and this man was the first to be laid to rest there.
As he wasn't familiar with the area he got lost on the way out there. He finally found the cemetery about an hour late. The backhoe was there and the crew was eating their lunch. The hearse was nowhere to be seen.
He apologized to the workers for being late and as he looked into the open grave, he saw the vault lid already in place. He told the workers that he wouldn't take long but that he had a job to do just like them. The workers, still eating their lunch, gathered around the opening.
Now he was a new preacher and enthusiastic and poured out his heart and soul as he preached. The workers joined in with, "Praise the Lord," "Amen," and "Glory!" He got so into the service that he preached and preached and preached, from Genesis to The Revelation.
When the service was over, He said a final prayer and walked to his car. As he opened the door, he heard one of the workers say, "I never saw anything like that before and I've been putting in septic systems for twenty years."
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