A young preacher asked by a funeral director to hold a graveside service for a man who died with no family or friends.
The preacher got lost on the way to the country cemetery. When he arrived a half-hour late he saw a backhoe and crew, but the hearse was nowhere in sight and the workmen were eating lunch.
The diligent pastor went to the open grave, to find the vault lid in place. But still he preached an impassioned and lengthy service.
Returning to his car, he felt he had done his duty in spite of his tardiness.
Then he overheard one of the workers: "I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, and I ain't never seen anything like that."
The preacher got lost on the way to the country cemetery. When he arrived a half-hour late he saw a backhoe and crew, but the hearse was nowhere in sight and the workmen were eating lunch.
The diligent pastor went to the open grave, to find the vault lid in place. But still he preached an impassioned and lengthy service.
Returning to his car, he felt he had done his duty in spite of his tardiness.
Then he overheard one of the workers: "I've been putting in septic tanks for 20 years, and I ain't never seen anything like that."
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